Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Meanwhile Valentine

I am visited by doves
And one black swallowtail
And an ache in my entrails
For all that moves and loves
Me gently this afternoon
But when they see me
They all fly off
Leaving me to moan alone
But I don’t moan
I know they will return
On their rounds
Later on today
Meanwhile I have the leaves
And listening to what they say

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