Hey Wain

by grimbeau

chag3

 

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.