Non-Erotic PoetryEndingsSmall ways to end things:
little cockles held to the ear
Patience never a strong point; and why not?
Took away the gels
of the sea
and the knells
of the ways
o wayfarer
did ripples on water
slow me down
Long cadences, easy mifflings
she took the breath that lay on the winter scarp
she played the vapour held on strings of finest piano wire
why not the heathen
who else would dare
and who else could?
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