Quitter IV
See them huddled
Just beyond boundary wall
A them to us -
Of which I’m neither.
Forbearing sufferance of a
To practise their art
With little white sticks
Firmly clenched
Some hand made, some tailored straight
Sucking in great lungfuls
And exhaling clouds, like practising god-lings
Creating misty splendour in arc-lights' glow
Here I stand
Neither them or us
Fallen cast-out
Lost god-ling, a once was
This longing hurts
A cloud maker no more
1 comment:
how romantic. hope it gets easier for you inco!
;0p
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