If things are
amiss...
Even in your dead tired sleep,
You figure
out something
Running higher, big, looming large,
growing With its
clubbable
companions. I construe it is
like a take off , a Frisbee move,
from one
corner into another,
Into a drift of frizzle and play
In a circus tent. I tried to catch
But all amiss . The next morn
You realize
it is adventure
In real
life scene, a meticulous
Drive of
cobweb, not a miss
But wilful
push off to
Accommodate decorative
wall paper , Your
warm friend .
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