Grimbeau

On my way here,

Demi-lucid

Supine in

a white

wheelie

bin,

guess what?

What?

got some treasure

fallen it was

like a woman

loose, heavy,

easy display:

golden showers!

Reef

obtuse lanquid splashes

lit dense wet grass,

teasing out

emerald,

silver crystal

ephemeral sprites:

like

trinkets, but too

quick, robust,

capricious to pocket,

to show off

after

to softer, bolder presences…

Noon’s Guys gathered round,

casting shorter shadows,

Origin – a higher calling:

sotto voce potentates,

you know the sort,

plotting spring offensives

left me none the wiser

in fact

Sort of stiff,

jabs in brachia,

pains more swamped than killed.

Still a worry thought

cause for concern

thence diversion.

Two, no three, doughnuts.

Whoosh! Guess what?

It had gone.