In the dead museum
obligation sits, rusting,
a suit of armor
we only just found out
...
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Max, This is sheer wizardry. You took the load right off this guy, and he hopscotched it straight away! Does it weight that heavily on us all - well those who carry them! You created such a pristine sensation of freedom in the last few lines that I could taste it, felt younger and wanted to run too. But I didn't. I just watched your much more credible individual take off into the sunlight... vicarious freedom's better than none at all! Such craftmanship. (Sue's comment would make a poem on its own!) jim
Jim pointed me to this poem Max and I have to concur. It's got some most vivid imagery in here and makes for a very entertaining read. Excellent. HG: -)