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Scott Parson, dabbler in typestries and fabulations


Sometimes, yes,

you are an object to me

to meet an urgent lack.


At times, you’ve been


a silken bolster

for promise in the dew light

when mornings come too early;


a stony buttress

of mellow joy and charity

when days lean hard against me;


a lugger’s cable

hauling me to calm harbors

when torment roils my oceans;


a gazetteer page

with incredible futures

when my own dreams dry out;


These you have been

and will be again.


-- to Lisa on 3 July 2021 

Carriage Ride

Carriage Ride