metonymy4u

September 2, 2012 by m4u

The grass is always greener
where the eye rests. I speak
to your eyes and
I grow. Oh won’t you please
hear another day

for me?

Immortal muse I am deaf
for the decades of astonishment
spent

in your hands.

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