Plays for keeps 🥃

My ardors paddle
with streamers.

A crush of horrors
silver and dark.

Slows down, slows down
for every sound.

Plays in the wind,
titters and sparks.

Bunts wild and dredge
from any edge

feeds the birds
and carries the dead.

Climbing up
inside my head,

crushes my flowers
into poison and perfume

or drops on the house
and gooses my broom.

Wakes up Mary
and her petting sheep

airing contrary
lagging knee deep.

Finders stay
for minders.

play for keeps...

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