Hovering Now

Happy leaps cover frolicking weeps,
Colors turn this way and that.
Do you have the keys to reaping
Silent mutters in the dark?

Which one tells you what it’s worth?
Why are elbows sort of worse
In a salad seeping turf,
Leaving me to mine the earth?

How’s the weather where you are?
Asks the sleeping breeze to the gun.
When did clocks turn back the stars?
Why did where turn into when?

Will you come this way to sing
Lullabies to all my friends?
Shrug and give a hoot for me.
Angels wear your fine jewelry.

Real talks placed around the cape,
Mere wrongs close the gap to here.
Several words fall from the sky,
But only one when its time to die.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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