06 Jan Aristotle Waits in the Wing
Posted at 14:21h
in Poems
Red and the ribbon for the riddle-blind
Cradle in the chasm of a different kind
Trust is a trade and I treat it well
So long as your heart stays for a spell
Harping on the heights of the heritage
Building up the blessed with the bricolage
Fire on the fair with the blunderbuss
Aristotle anxiously waits for us