Grimbeau

Scroodles

Rustic Lama

prone alert god

basking scrumpled in seed grass

melts gold leaf sun

dreams of the run

scampering last evening

dumb flounder, scoundrel stray

easy busy summer antic hay

wild dreamscapes frolic

buzzball spangles make mad play

pause scandalous figary

gathering bright ideas

crazed dandelions

The Canning Job

The factory lost its allure,

its je ne se quois.

The people were much the same,

just a few  keen new strivers

optimistic about their chances,

but that was okay by me.

No, the magic had gone.

Life’s like that

from time to time