Like an Old Chest in a New House
I want to be let down gently
but destined to tumble I am
having a lot of fun up here really
then sometimes none at all
oh the autumn air! and mean spring
how you never appear
because of but despite my coaxing
same goes for rain
though I too have heard told the tale
of a dance that brings with it
tears and truce and so
hereby surrender to the sphere above
like a final balloon
my desire to be intercepted
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Read the review of Laura Solomon’s The Hermit here.
