Grimbeau

Lunchtime.

Chilly when the sun goes plug

Ate bits of last night.

Took my drugs.

Green Cold Amber.

Sun in and out.

Epiphany!

Garden excursion with coffee and cheroot.

Stare at puffy blue song swan vistas.

Make an inventory!

A gossamer feather, white as the lamb;

a cutting crowded rusty burner

(By-law say no burning till seven

on dint of death by fire; A plethora of flies.

Cut my Leg? Crimson Orinoco.

The expedition returns to base.

Bloodied but unbruised.