yvonne
Who ever thinks of Desks
in a classroom at night,
the moon shines brightly
thru long rectangular windows,
...
Different no doubt,
every four weeks they bleed
unless their egg becomes a seed,
Common sense in a row, but,
...
Neatly I trace out
the amber leaves,
Half way from
Roscommon to Ballinasloe,
...
They hover in silence
over the roof tops
and descend like frost
on the grey slates,
...