Fall Minstrel

what sound does 

the love of the

mind make

when dew like

poppy petals

meld and

follow

low 

gnat

kisses

evasive as

Pegasus into

the sun, stars

and daughters

penned up in

dim classroom

halls as symbiotic

word-cascades of

mist and rainbows

that shift in antics

and minor brawls

so as to fall

all like

shadows from the nib

silver black drops

recessed at the

tip of some

Niagaras

to be bottled

glistening still

with a flood

of unfelled

waters...

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