P is for Parkinson

Gracious the meadow

between thought and utterance:

would that we both dared linger!

But some thing bored

mandates completion; hence we stand

impatient with flowers.

Why hurry our fears onward to death?

Let’s stay in this place

we’ve both never been.

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