Little Coming Poem by William Pryor

Little Coming



Little coming he thought
what a jolly
to take the map
of heaven
& steer a frontier
between small things
until a smile
breaks through
threats
of loose limbed
catharsis
as she dances the mazurka
between small things
finding astonishments
littered everywhere.

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William Pryor

William Pryor

Farnborough, Hampshire, UK
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