Bards

Bards scatter

rainwashed words.

Drooping from weighty

glistening nectar drops

we wish to swallow whole,

the breeze-twisted ambiguity

shatters into shards of caring

like a cloud of cystalline sugar.

I struggle to regather the bits

to reform the rhyme when

bursting to supernova,

the fragments dissolve.

Memories of never-to-be

scamper into my dreams…

light and sweet and airy

and gone before you

taste the sweet.

-EHYork

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