#1929 - I am an open book

 

1929

6.103

13.iv.25

over and above

or

I was an open book

for wise surprise

 

and I am

 

chased a word

about a page

took my chances there

 

and here we make a garden round

 

I like my page unlined

 

one cannot help but

hear the echoes nag

 

they sing across

as bird to wing

or washing hung

 

see how a world lies under the word

another tucked

see where we fly

 

and lay them flat with the others

 

pride swallows whole

the fall’s before

 

we’ve got this in the bag

 

I was an open book

I am

the secret’s in the binding