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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Peter Roberts


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ornithology

on the table, the clock's
pendulum paces impatiently,
disturbing the dust that has settled
underneath into flickering flecks.

your love is like a dead, dead rose.

on the table, a tumbler
holds a marigold, head
down, curled & brown —
fragile, brittle petal-flecks collecting.

your love is like a dead, dead rose.

on the table, the sky
lies cold & wet, & hard;
the slow sunset shows
red gold flecks, reflected.