Friday, 30 November 2018

Eclogue (November)

“As we speak these words, that which goes unsaid
Will spread considerably come midday.”
“Perhaps, and unfold their meaning further
Into tales untold, and carry the burden.”
“Like cities that must remember to build
Suburbs tenfold as they enter new day.”
“Like writers whose mornings scribble out stars
To erase and review them, after noon.”
“Words, words! Mornings return with more to spare:
Inventions and insights and hopes and words.”
“That afternoon sorts and censors and slams
Like the frames of a film called November.”
“I saw that one get the nomination
For ‘Best Script All Told’. The envelope please.”


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