…

scrumpled up & stuffed
in the side left pocket

of your lucky tracky b’s
between odd socks

handkerchiefs, neck frills
perchance a tea towel

soon the cycle’s set
rescue before drowning

…

…

somewhere there where

the orange peel ends up

& rests in pea pods

as parsnip tops rot on

at the bottom of the garden

…

…

beyond the swan

& in between

      the closing sings

      an opening

the seasons tease

the breezes crow

      the flow is though

      a river’s bend

a kingfisher

a fissure here

      apocryphal

      is possible

the near is far

a wooden spoon

      a garden gate

      & middle eight

a flighty sky

my feathered friend

      the end is just

      the cusp of soon

but when is then

& rubber gloves

      or turtle doves

      the morning squawks

…