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wheels, Tobias chanted…

wheels, Tobias chanted

bags and wheels

sound on cobbles

rain and shadows

NOW

before some story, definition

won’t

wash off

under streetlights

 

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©EBFay

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Thank you, those who are ‘following’ my friend Tobias. This is the end of ‘Book Zero’. It is not the end of Tobias…

she kept Tobias…

she kept Tobias

kissed his geranium and sent it back

sent the Spring—

and the man with the daisy-watch-chain?

I don’t know

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©EBFay

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an offering…

an offering might help,

Tobias said,

some words perhaps

or our geranium

cast upon the melt

 

no, too cruel

maybe it would go outside awhile

visit and be friendly

it might agree

 

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

I am your mate…

I am your mate,

she said.

 

Yes, replied Tobias,

First Mate.

 

From that misunderstanding

grew many things.

 

With that established

there was no need of forbidden fruit.

 

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

why fall in love…

why fall in love with images

Tobias asked

transportable, lightweight

then why go

why question faith

our mothers crowd the skyline

reflections, said Tobias

just reflections

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

how prodigal…

how prodigal she is

throws day old blossom on the sidewalk

and us, given to time

so soon as we are born

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

the Spring will call…

the Spring will call            Tobias said

I will rise in my basket

a mouth-sewn snake

perhaps                             I will dance

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com