one with exuberant smile,
shield and a form of sword,
dure as baked tile, glazed,
brittle boned. worn smooth
not so by age as such born—
bred, yet still wet gilled
and scaled; embarked on marathon
crawl to marrow and a dawn.
The Barn Door
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It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told yourself not to share yourself
so easily and so often; you cannot help opening your barn door mouth,
letting ...
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2 comments:
Une peinture de Gauguin ?
yes Jean,
it certainly is Gauguin
and one of my favorites.
thank you for stopping over.
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