Ephram Pratt Extols a Verdigris Patina
Ephram Pratt Extols a Verdigris Patina
by Jack e Lorts
Growing in unison
with time,
carrying filaments
of desire
no one understands,
like killing small mountains,
burying old glass bottles,
currying favor with
divided loyalties,
held close to
prying eyes,
a voice no one knows.
Place that voice
in a silent wicker basket,
let it reign
over impacted
intervals of time,
like soft candles,
winnowing a verdigris
patina,
extrapolated into
divided bell shades.
Delightful poem