Friday, 31 August 2012

New Poem by Todd Swift

I was at a wedding this summer, and doodled this on a napkin.  I offer it to you all, at summer's end.

For K& S

when lovers dance inside their box
the locksmith loosens all his locks

the keys with which the player plays
release the priest from what she prays

the fox outleaps the highest praise
so marriage dances on our gravest days

each ringed hand ringing as it peals
for love speaks parables of what it feels.

poem by Todd Swift
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