here we go again 2

Head of tale operations
watched the naive sprout pump fuel
from the tale fuel pool below  
– at least our sprouts express eagerness,
unlike what the breezes bring

through trees about sprouts in distant
vistas and on more foreign shores,
sprouts that think the universe owes them
automatic sway power. Not this one.
This one believed. Coughed because a sniffle

had descended and made this head’s bells peal
and coughing to conceal the sniffle,
turned towards the worn wooden mountain
cabin’s door. Maybe a glimmer
of hope yet ached for one more dance.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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