In The Froth Of Life Poem by Mark Heathcote
In The Froth Of Life
It's here, a dandelion clock
is nodding in the froth-of-life,
it's here,
a meadow overwhelms us:
And all our early seven-senses
it's here a yellow rose is growing
its first buds, amongst an iron fist.
It's here our ankles weigh heavy,
trembling like two ship anchors,
docked in a harbour;
leaving two ports of call with a siren kiss.
Friday, October 12, 2012
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