S&S (Rough) 

Sitting in idleness with-

the creeping ivy growing high, 

oxidized metal blends in with the dirt,

paint peeks out from underneath the bubbles of rust. 


& –yet


Still the small bell sings, 

(there upon the croooked handles)

A joyful reverberation leaping for the trees. 

Remanents of neon green tassels shyly flutter,

taken in hand by a curious and friendly morning breeze.


PN: work that hasn’t been workshopped will have titles accompanied with “(rough)”. 


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