In and out the dusty bluebells...
hopping and skipping
(no wonder they’re dusty)
backwards and forwards
amongst the knights’ steeds
and the solemn bishops,
tag, you’re it
and now it’s you
and the marionettes
go this way and that
knowing it will all
end
unresolved
for both...
(29 March 2006)
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