poetry

bambi replayed

I’m just a strum on the nerve...


                Close to quitting
      The worth-of-word;
              How absurd
        It’d be to go the way
            Of buck-felled bird;
      ‘Gainst all you’ve heard,
I’m just an unfitting strum
            On the nerve
        That chord-struck you to stay—
              Shouldn’t, should’ve,
      Too sudden-should.
                I’m the hazy hum
    Of a sundown belayed,
            The fuzz on hornless fawn,
  And a dawn death-delayed;
        So far away,
      Sink-twinkling,
    Like breath, barely there:
          A star and drum—
Charwood-fading, then gone.


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