Sunday, 12 May 2019

Four Dwellings

Park's slope pale
with dandelion seed

A flecked grey blanket shapes

Such a bleach wet sun
seeps vex light

Harrow out all from shade

A busted shrunk bike puce
and disarranged

A good wait till
the apple blooms
as blown skunk clouds

Underneath the finger tubers creak

Clent thickening