The Fringe Poem by Ricky Antunes

The Fringe



Second Fringe
A Chorus artifact
Speed of thought
Fast to be
Faster still
Emergence from
A place so deep
In thought to most
A pleasure to be
Attuned for you
Heaven pitched
A tent or two
Or an umbrella
To hide beneath
A rainy day
A past begone
To reign in heaven
With you besides
An infinite

Saturday, September 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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