Unearth 08 Poem by William Pryor

Unearth 08



cat asleep, haunches hang to catch air
too many bluebottles heated up in it
a lassitude oh warp & weft
heart knows




mind to mind to mind
as flies bang and also walk on windows
there's no way through
seed heads to be kept
for next year for next year for




sun
flowers

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William Pryor

William Pryor

Farnborough, Hampshire, UK
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