think is a hinge on the brink

Bob Whiteside, ,

think is a hinge on
the brink yet never
certain weather it is
rain on daisy foreheads
or cluttersome clouds
odorously pertinent
over large stretches my luggage
is a sky grin ascending
impounded is improbable

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