in
five minutes there might be
a
misunderstanding
pillars
of compared homestead
dropped
in to afternoon tea
only
two women came out of
faraway
places
world
for their secret well
heavy
man Eden in wanderings
shoulder
judgment on the railway
to
etiquette
a
stranger to free privileges
eyes
a grave even when the sun touches it
the
smile never became a habit.
perhaps
kindness for to many years
putting
flowers in a vase
but
I’m serious, do you care for me?
how
can you ask it
waiting
for a bottled answer
in
a drawing room of over-vehement love
drank
in civilization
happy
golden saints to draw
work
for an age to blame
joy
limping on some private owned property
faith
an old idol long spent.
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