Hey Wain

by grimbeau



On my way here,


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.