Day 85 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Ebullient meaning: "joyously unrestrained."
Wednesday
Bells toll
This is the bump
The mean the median
The mid-point
Goliath rises his arms
Stretch down towards earth
Now we bawl towards the end
And ebullient cheers are still
In the distance nagging like gulls
There is no protest
Today is like the rolling of the oceans
And the crescent slides and slips
And falls down
The current is flattening
The harvest is ripe and ready
The dreams are yielding
The kernels are bursting just slightly from their opaque sheaves
Nearly there and nearly not
Yawns arrive
There is little care here
In this middle mess this mildness
Then away it slides and on to night
And off to bed.
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