Monday, 5 February 2024

#1498 - all the seasons in a word



1498

5.37

6.ii.24

all the seasons in a word

 

has travelled to be with us

and a word goes under too

 

it’s from somewhere

 

we have had a hunch

 

and sings before the court of life

 

each to its own

gathers light

 

some are gigantic

and tackle the cracks

 

a word is roar material

 

flimsy on the tongue translates

 

they’ll turn it over with a stick

say other side is best

 

though every word is worlding

there are far stars too

and some are said to go

 

they are

tip of the tongue

and gone


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