alfie lee writing


Let me tell you

a story.

On a hot
dry day without

shadow or a wisp
of a wind,

a desert fox makes
up its mind

to lie down
at last and die.

And at the hour
of its closing,

light floods,
a voice cries,

last call,
farewell, goodnight.

Still in the dark,
in the park, water

lillies rise
on ripples

of ebullience

an opening

drop of


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