Hey Wain
by grimbeau
On my way here,
Descending,
Supine in
a white wheelie bin, guess what?
got some treasure
falling it was, upside down,
hissing down big time,
loose, heavy, easy display:
golden showers!
obtuse long lanquid splashes
slit dense wet grass,
teasing emerald, silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after to softer, bolder presences,
Noon’s Guys, casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling,
sotto voce potent phrases
kicking over the pony traces.