alfie lee writing


woods and the trees

i don't know half as much
as i think, i do, i won't
go down that path

i am wildly gifted. in summer bursts
in winter shocking life
stocking again

all my likes are long dead, head
in books, grave faced,
dog-eared, spines bent

not to know everything then
to admit nothing is
unthinkable when

from scratch one itch each
from time one sec one minute wan

trace these whips and cracks
of light baubles, larks skip warble,
passing men


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