Upslope from strand
Upstairs window sill
Flowerpot drops burst
Lady Look upward
A close scarlet shave
The train that never leaves the station runs offrails
Hypodermic nuns in camisoles and stilettos
Peeling potatoes follow the orders rules of
Disengagement. Maris Pipers of the wimple
Broad brush strokes the flaxen damsons,
It’s green stem phosphorescent.
We stalk the fruit croppers dressed up as deer, with kazoos.
We are all called Sherlock: