Incursions Poem by William Pryor

Incursions



Long burgeons the last cello
swells with cut enthusiasms
where bud the swollen flowers
of being...
...young
this grave
mistaken incursion
this death
into life.
Long purposes frolicking in the surf
short of the shore, the beach
between life and death.

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William Pryor

William Pryor

Farnborough, Hampshire, UK
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