The Words (Simon Williams)

the words
sit there
up in front
like a statue

too bold
and bright
to enliven
and befriend you

come this way
down the half-tunnelled path
cool mud under your feet
mind brushed by springing leaves

honour your thoughts
as you put them to rest

life offers you
this hand
this walk
this place

honour it
with your breath

(Simon Williams, for Geoff 29.1.13)

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