Admiring Poem by john wake

Admiring



The walk is your talk
And you speak with a limp
As your words stumble
And your feet babble

Your eyes are smiles
When not flooded
your pupils keen students
Following my lazy words

Laces pace with her
A flower, lowered
From a vine, I the sky
See her reach out
As the bees block
My view, and night
Blankets her smile.

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john wake

john wake

mombasa, kenya
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