I read a few words
like a limousine it carried me to the
class of its meaning and stride.
Forward and on
stopping at destination
feet eagerly testing the moment, again,
to carry its stride, and comprehension, of what
was digested for each concerned.
And the manner it would
be executed,
not for all in its fruition.
As the sun touched its feet,
at such juxtapositions of
thoughts, and words, making
some sort of reason worthy, and joyful.
The heart can relax again
to feel some sort of mutual gain,
some sort of the very sensitive
give and take. |
