He Who Whispers

much a part of moss as rock
perhaps a little stodgily
on or of the soil
at leather thick business
to join was awfully nice
nodding as though she could
as only she could
doesn’t upset my ears to ring clever

the throat never remembers a long journey
were not passing fancies, facts
no invention to puzzle
it was out of hand
two birds in league with sheep


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