The Pulley

Karen Margulis

The Pulley    
by Zpora

Look Away
Way across the Green
Keen attention to dots of colors
Flowers of joy and peace rising
Taking you miles from the task at hand
Land staking claim to skull and bones
Moans and groans intermingle with squeaks and screeches




Speeches of hope and eternal rest
Breast full of pain and sorrow                                      
Tomorrow still to come                                             
But, today demands your attention,                            
Pretensions will never quite fully                          
Dull the sounds of the Pulley   
                                                                                                                             
But, try as it may, 
The pulley
Can never fully 
Place in its hold 
The soul of the unencumbered spirit rising
RIP  OFO

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