tagNon-Erotic PoetryClockwise By Owlwise

Clockwise By Owlwise


I won't age until you're back home,
hanging curses with the linens,

Clockwise by owlwise I've waited,
with hoots from the barn and mice remains,

Morning fowl, ducks and eggs,
you're out collecting while I re-birth Yeats.

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