Sunday, September 24, 2017

Autobiography

Child among artifacts 
fair cheeks, cut glass 
a wild deer in a palace 
stepping slowly, breaking nothing 

Unreal house,
set on a hill 
haunted by strange music 
the poets murmured deeply on the shelves 

house of voices, 
windy 
I moved among the voices 
mild-eyed 

© Larry Haworth 2005

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