alfie lee writing

 

sparrow, true

arrow shot from spring-
loaded bow of bough.

harrow, too
narrow by pass through cage
of hot heart vow.

callow, knew
hold winter was in wipe
weight to morrow's plow.

follow, you
find no comfort at all
to every any how.



                                                               

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