Poetry

I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.

I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught

I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia