The Green Aisle

The Green aisle is for me
for moving with power I nudge into the powerful
come back and finish my work on the painting of Languor
I see myself in the mirror and throw a charm or two
for the girl I loved once now a mere formality
the whole scope of love is in question
I am sadder by the time
for me and all the thine
see and grow to walk into an hemisphere which is in psyche
I blow the whistle with a bald head and harsh unkind look
there I idle my time at the green aisle


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