Juneday Twenty: Gloam
A slow heavy fast night of clammy claw
CS Lewis wakes up the coffee hour
Good banks for the rich: bad banks for the poor.
Loose head props a sea of waxy flowers
Lolling on the blue, crucible altar;
Swimming the foamback Bosphorous caprice
Carpetted riviera road floor.
Catch the earlybird bullet to Nice!
Consideration: transportation is
Unavailable at this holy hour
Also calculate the lonely crowds of rose
That spend so much time wallflowering
Patiently awaiting a tender pruning.
