The
writing room
Inside the sweet small
space of home
where all familiar scent
accrues
gold waves the arm
my lucky cat
counts time
a metronome
the breath of life intoned
part-made dolls are travelers
in here this study burgeoning
my life it washes on the shore unreason
is the filer’s taxonomy
that
and chancing
on the hour when
lightness dances through
that door
on the hour when
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that door
there's a title !!
And there's the beginning of a whole new poem - on the lightness dancing theme!
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forever
it seems to, up hills around the corners of the long gravel roads, it is a hell of a room this one.
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