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Too Long @ the Fair
Like Sandberg, like Frost,
I have spent too long at the fair.
Fair-faced country-road women
With smiles and the trials they've seen
Have stripped me bare,
Left for lost.
Their rosy nipples in dawn light,
Gold as sunrises sky
And I
Shining as bright
In her sleepy eye;
The wet touching of her morning
Starts the crows outside to singing
An anti-lullaby.
I have spent too long at the fair.
Fair-faced country-road women
With smiles and the trials they've seen
Have stripped me bare,
Left for lost.
Their rosy nipples in dawn light,
Gold as sunrises sky
And I
Shining as bright
In her sleepy eye;
The wet touching of her morning
Starts the crows outside to singing
An anti-lullaby.
Published 18th Oct 2018
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