To A Friend-Howl Davies/The Sounds Inside

The Sounds Inside

It’s Tuesday afternoon, you had a sense of knowing in your eyes, Omniscient to my approach, you’d pass the time chasing flies. Hear the car turn the corner, kicking gravel silhouettes, You’d catch the smile in my eyes, and reply with a pirouette. Crash into my arms, my gracious little fool. We’d remember all the times on that second spool. Unabated by my absence, the reprisal long gone, From your eyes and always from my song I’d always contemplate the rhyme scheme for your jaunty step, I’d refine it to an art-form, it would vanish as we met. I know there is no name for those couplets three But I’d call it happiness, I’d call it climbing trees. Out in a field where we would watch the day depart, Your head on my lap and my fingers on your heart The wind would ruffle through a silver speckled home for…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

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