Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Fanning

By degrees we are all
Melting
Just a little
Around the edges
Near the borders and the tactile
Centres
We nod a bit more slowly
And shuffle along
From shade to shade
Bees buzzing on the sea holly
As they prepare to ship out
Come fly away
Hovering hearts
And a brave new world

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