Poems -
Octet
2020-02-01
2020-02-01
One you just
Wrote, pitched in
The octatonic scale.
I chose at dusk
Pitching dice in crepuscular
Boredom - to sing it or -
Go on to bed
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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