Unfold…

January 2, 2017


There’s a rolling tone

Set in my mind,

Layed there gently,

Of the casual kind, 

 
By now dead men -fellows

With a few

Chosen words

Folded up into pieces

Of paper teens’

Twenties’ third’s…  
 

Passed through the keyholes

Of poetry past

From yester-thought to

My heart, trembling, fast  
 

In the hands of death

Life writes forward

Over lapses

Ever-stalwart  

 

Intrepid as youth

And yet how old

They read

As we read

And breathe

The same creases

To fold.

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