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By Talisker
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18 September 2007 |
This is a seasonal repost - but I believe it is improved it by a couple of gentle edits suggested by my very good friend and exceptional poet, Ami Kaye.
A Little Sacrament
September sun so gentle
the incense of his pipe smoke
sanctifies the garden
By the crooked greenhouse
his gnarled hands cupped
offer forth ripe tomatoes|
Written by Phil (6681 comments posted) 18th September 2007 | Vaguely remember the first. I think there's more to this - at least more clearly than there was before. The whole thing works well as a whole, but I love lines two and three.
Phil. |
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