The Walk

[poe]

I love the sing song rhythm and sensibility. The love is, yes burgeoningly apparent. When is love bad? But thats irrelevant. Like the word "wend". I've employed it meself with impunity. I find the piece wholly if not in part, accomplished. By the way, the ubiquitous sound of frogs croaking, and crickets cricking on a summer's night is very effective, quite loverly as it patterns the sing-song nature of the poem.