Grimbeau

Unreal night

blood damp black

on sun-drenched  grass.

No buttercups grow in

Iguana hours: stone dead cicadas

Pop! One more skin shed.

For sale:

A cider press;

Zealous owner.

Time thwitels away,

stops some clocks,

breaks all rocks.

Under moon

The garden blooms.

Thwarts & All.