Tuesday Evening Abstract

I’ve a few more abstracts to inflict on the world tonight…

your mind and you are our sargasso sea

let each lost butterfly go home

let us go then you and I

the voice of my education said he must be killed

and always the air moves in to fill the spaces

and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers

much further out than you thought not waving but drowning

bird by snow and stir by still, anyone’s any was all to her

under my head til morning but the rain

With a little luck, I will be launching a book of abstracts after the first of the year! Stay tuned…