#2240 -- it's in the dell

 

2240

7.47

17.ii.26

it’s in the dell

 

I have chosen where I will haunt

 

like you’d imagine the farmer to rhyme somewhere

 

of course it’s hypothetical

 

I choose the bright I’ll glimmer in

 

there will be no barking

no all day dog next door

 

I’m deaf then

 

world is out of counting

 

so many shades of grow around

 

leaf tumble at a stillness

 

I will stand for the rain

there is nothing quite like it

 

to have been here

is always to be

 

the moment is eternity

that’s the way it’s done