Shrewd

by grimbeau

My Lady of the Far West

New quay

Old quay

Khaki

Shorts:

Turn-ups

Sometimes

Happen.

 

Upslope from strand

Hotel vanishes

Hotel reappears

 

Upstairs window sill

Flowerpot drops burst

Lady Look upward

 

A close scarlet shave

Mystery…Suspense.

 

The train that never leaves the station runs offrails

Hypodermic nuns in camisoles and stilettos

Peeling potatoes follow the orders rules of

Disengagement. Maris Pipers of the wimple

Cistercian Stylites

Broad brush strokes the flaxen damsons,

It’s green stem phosphorescent.

 

We stalk the fruit croppers dressed up as deer, with kazoos.

We are all called Sherlock:

Counter intelligent

Counter intuitives.