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Sparks

my poetry has failed me            
its insufficient        
arrangements of alphabet              
stumble over their own serifs              
lisping s’s and stuttering l’s              
o that every star were a letter              
with which to write              
the constellations in my heart              
and  words were weightless              
feathered  things              
unfettered by the gravity          
of innuendo            
the incapacities of misjudgment              
I would sing for you              
in the language              
of a warmest blood              
my gentlest lark            
these incomplete sentences            
left behind us showered            
dim as arcing sparks            
 
Written by Bumstead
Published | Edited 20th Aug 2020
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