michael oliver (13-4-1948 / swansea)
From This Bridge
From this bridge of time's shadow
The white blosssom suspends the machinery
Its impermanence witheld spring bright sharp
The stream flows an uneven script
A revel of light rolling soliloquy
As after the wilting and dropping
Petal white absolves with inert narrative
Upon reflection what is the change?
The ever quality the water word
Has a permanence bright spring clear
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