It’s in the sitting, the unstudied control
of your bent frame for the light, the eye
of your bent frame for the light, the eye
batting hair unblown
the aerobatic housefly’s
derring-do, unswatted
the aerobatic housefly’s
derring-do, unswatted
all the world zigging, it’s all
in the sitting, the sitting
for the generational blessing
of a stern visage with flock
unattended, ten minutes
of a stern visage with flock
unattended, ten minutes
of unsmiling photons
weaving silver waves, clashing
on copper plates, a one hundred
weaving silver waves, clashing
on copper plates, a one hundred
and eighty year wait
for just a shade
of your face
of your face
Friday Writings #200: To the power of 10
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Beautiful poem I felt I sat opposite her My favourite line "of unsmiling photons weaving silver waves
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