the field

 

there are chorus playing at the
    backyard
and some gentle fingers sway from
    the songs
limitless space crams the rigid
    surface
of us standing together on this
    terrain

dense boroughs at wicked nights are
    naked
they cajole the troops of young and
    old
outside the field of liberated
    galaxy
is a wide sin of obvious
    synergy

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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