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
Thank you, Red. Always good to hear from your fine self.
ReplyDeleteAn impressive, sharply chiseled cubist sculpture.
ReplyDeleteCheers, Vassilis. I am very fond of a chisel.
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