Joan Murray - “The hour like a child runs down the angle of star and rests at the bottom”

The hour like a child runs down the angle of star and rests at the bottom

It is a strange woman that may hold that child in its arms

But women prefer to see the hours slip from their fingers

For they are dancing an old earth constituency

 

I am a little beyond the river and stare from my particular casement

I am slender as the stalk and have my own flowering

I don’t draw from women but I prefer the truth and not the trick of living

 

Therefore I walk by women as the sea ponders by the shore

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