While lounging on my laptop here.
These words that flow and flush the forest floors:
Iambic tetrameters and pentameters,
Trochees and dactyls too.
Enough of that: founts of feeling
Count the most.
Imagination running wild;
Persistent perceptions that never pale.
Visions of the future,
Parodies of the past.
Just give me my laptop
And let my fingers dance.
Paul
Butters
©
PB 27\5\1952 (my
birthday) in Yorkshire.
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