By Staying In Bed (Infirm Old Lady) Poem by james watkin
By Staying In Bed (Infirm Old Lady)
Sweetpea to rate from doorstep.
And blooms which trail away
Down which streets for what admirably more
Are slower-paced for day
Refuse, refuse to open.
Scent, scents...toward the even!
Magpie to receive from porch.
And birds who hover on
To those points in an uphill strolling
Seat-rests do count upon
Refuse, refuse to alight.
Song, songs...all the way to night!
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