Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


He took his place among us

and locking eyes

he said: I have nothing but

a small blue window

on the bay where sheer fancy

grabs moonlit waves

star bursts laughter while

you have nothing that I want

I ferret to escape

it prods me to the exits

to the gate to chase down

crave during those days

that last twelve hours


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