Gliding Poem by Lindsay Smith

Gliding



gliding spontaneously without reason or desire
no thought of being right or anything else
herons skimming over water
signwriters painting a banner
or the master butcher dressing a beast
feather brush blade pen are all the same in the end

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Lindsay Smith

Lindsay Smith

Mataura, Southland, New Zealand
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