nike of remembrance — tiny poem

the delirium of soaring

before the stony plummet

landlocked, listless

the sun ever rising

the moon glancing off

draperies eternelle

it was always a choice to freefly

escaping the civilized ropes

that would lop off everything

had they that chance

in the end it will be better to have lived, she whispers

the downturns, the upturns

the locked glance of lovers

the whole Parkeresque Plath of it

down it goes into books

the last free century


( a start anyway — the month is almost up drat it all but have been reading on the beach for escape of late)


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