PROSE AND PROFANITY
Prehensile eyes
Prehensile eyes

Prehensile eyes

I’ve watched the sky
from many a country
and carry recollections
of plenty bronze Sundays

I’ve sent kind regards
that arrive in a frenzy
and danced carefree
in closed market bazaars

been around aimlessly
at times shamefully

I’ve hummed a tune or two
and I know them
and I know you

in my travels I have learnt
to admire the moon
over counting the stars

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