478. KATE CAPESHAW : THE HANDLE ON MY PITCHER

KATE CAPESHAW:
THE HANDLE ON MY PITCHER
No one ever said you had to know
(dear reader see) what the Hell I
was talking about. The wind
blows the willows, the willows
blow what? This is (after all)
the shoreline where (it's said)
where some Jesus walked upon
the water. Peg-legged I guess he
wasn't. But, for a true believer,
(no?) that would just add to the
MIRACLE - mystery momentous
event. Oh, by the way, that
description just then ain't me.
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Handstands in the air.
Cartwheels in a fire.
Sitting still at the very
end of the world - while
it crumbles, while it burns.
That's more my style.