1.
Actually
He likes word games
Diffident
In the way they circle about
Starlings in flight
Or Seraphim.
2.
With sweeping gesture
Left to right
Hands hang with head
Under the pressing of the sun:
Weight of doubt
Or will.
3.
Against open air, tumultuous sea
Turtle green
The division is nowhere more evident
Where sand meets froth
Stark, blinding glare
Wind balmed
Until night.
4.
Cleanliness,
Next to godliness
The echo of countless schoolmarms
Chiding, chilling - without regret
Yeah, rather,
Motherhood.
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