Saturday, 26 August 2023

Stage left

Those who have left
Stage right
And out of sight 
the Beautiful calligraphy 
Of their lives 
 Of ink on air, 
And wild fire 
And cold water. 
gentle memory  
Of earth dreams 
and half Remembered scenes 
Words and phrases 
Smiles and tears 
Inculcated into  
Regrets  
and simple Missing Speeches.
 All on stage 
And with them 
pursued stage left 
By bears

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