The Wonder
The wonder where beauty lies
and whether it lies to us
if it had been blind for years
clubbed in the head so much
and now just relies on touch
and memory to help it see
a pretty subject or an ugly one
the purple flowers float down
a wall of ghostly photograph
slice up time any way you want
whether it joins its power to mine
or the other way round, it can't
smell the wind or feel the fragrance
but every other moment is perfect
knowing that I waited for too long.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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