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Opening For Going Through
If one is not true to
and fails to realise
one's expressive possibilities
one is liable to be sued
by oneself
for misrepresentation.
Nice old lady with your
leg done round -
elastic bandage holding
sound -
regular rhythm of the
train wheel's feet -
spectacle-case tap-tap
quite neat.
Posture pleasing, eyes
outside
noticing trees in breeze
beside,
quietly changing head
around
brown fur hat is mole's
earth mound.
Wonder where blind mole
is now?
Does he know of human's
row?
Click clack rush roar
- train speeds on,
nice old lady on your
sit-upon
swaying gently, never
flustered
little lace hankie, fingers
clustered
tap little beat out -
forefinger key
sensing smooth skin,
not like me!
I'm always searching,
never finding
your knowledge nodding,
never minding.
I'm driving on to the
train's roar beat,
you'll tap your years
out - comfy seat.
Here we go then - through
our eye,
I'll take the whippy
hedge, you take the sky.
Little lace foot tap
- gone quite pleasently,
I'll run to catch up - get there presently.