Heat dances off the courtyard cobbling
White walls spiked with splintered glass
Shaded eyes and sandal soles hobbling
Outside the pavement cracks up in molasse
Inside the rooms the electric fans are still
Summon from within the- wilt-not but will
Fire up imagination and down-time mind
In those glass-shards, Himalayan peaks find
Sensory this body feel slowly respond
Over-riding the dismal dystopic despond
Futures flower through the deemed weeds
Plant seeds serene in thought and deeds
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
