at your leisure

past time | poems

unspoken language to harness the energy
gargantuan proportions the task masked
lapse in the lap of a wave through the
hint by fires flint the winter dimmer days,
to greet those artifacts gilded flowers in
pretty architecture at your leisure,
measure the dresser love the hutch so much,
seek and ye may find that sideboard from
1899, a Mecca of antiques, antiquated
anticipated-an English armoire original paint,
a time and a place the older the date the beauty
great-how quaint.

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