Unearth 12 Poem by William Pryor

amongst
the think of it
reduced:
I am and here




unengaged
as some times
imagine
no, allow
I am this, that or the other:


skilled
to cement cracks;
that I'm playing;
or the other: alone,
night finds me
caught as nothing


at rest here are sunflowers
lit by my window
lower leaves
eaten by caterpillars


they can express
breezes