zoey

Do you measure distance, looking at a bottle of beer, as if it were crystal, the trenor of your bones, a river washes clear, give us time to expose, Cormorants skim flippant, fish in a boiling weir, last tides before winter, has our love been frozen, somewhere close to tears, I just say don't go, who will face such penance, a trapeze of wasted years, ask for want of infants, how to record each tone, in her faded artists gear, a gift for calendar tomes, If I consider limits, silver still cups my ears, let's be effervescent, enjoy these happy years.