When squares disappear
and edges burr,
when a root of the round
abounds.
When anathematic steel
succumbs to rust;
Then, horsepower will
revert to horse and –
the kingfisher
will truly be king.
And the trees will thrum
and grasses dance
in the old bluebell wood,
the oak,
the ash,
the elm;
everything will be
as it should,
with the green man--
at the helm.
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Author:
Obadiah Grey (
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Comments1
Very nice--dancing away from reality.
But anathematic?
Webster quick.
See--you already caused me to move--on the way to being moved.
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