between
the sky and this heavy haul of hill
this down heel path
an effervescent spiral
the hooked blue space lunged into
a magnificent & unravelling jumper
we
can not see anything
& so are invisibly spun to sleep safely in a narcotic
blue
slung clear of cloud & all accusations
a
small green plane nerves the green world
kites dither above rusting gorse
the grass shivers
and silence from the bone chorus those verdant ferns
on
the hillside
strewn with soft grass and starry white flowers
while sleep occurs
her tower sailed away
all channels shutting down now
some
would-be rescuers left stumbling thro the wood
bickering over rights of way and public access
lost the path their princliness long since doved it south
