Late summer, Soon the sun turns Pensive like an elbow, As faraway As a Diplodocus. And yet, What persistence Walks as open As perchance? I sweep for miles These unlikely roads.
Late summer, Soon the sun turns Pensive like an elbow, As faraway As a Diplodocus. And yet, What persistence Walks as open As perchance? I sweep for miles These unlikely roads.
This is I great. I love the final stanza and “pensive like an elbow,” especially. Well done!
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Thank you!
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love the elbow and Diplodocus images, Bob; you don’t get this sort of writing anywhere else —
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Thanks John! I was wondering if comparing the sun to a dinosaur would work. I’m glad it did.
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