The harsh-sunned pool laid flat still
Mirror to the willows’ feathered limbs
A float-glass plate decorated with green
Fronds and strands held still beneath
No flow, no breath
I lean on the stone parapet
See my silhouette’s sharp outline
I am about to leave this scene
When a metallic flash, a flip, a soft splash
The surface cut from below by a butterfly kiss
Yes, she’s there, but not for long
But she’s there
I smile to myself and wander happily on
~
CLP 10/08/2020
Go off road into
unexplored territory
(you won’t be the first)
~
CLP 08/08/2020
Thousands drive alone
Thoughts enclosed by metal boxes
Perfect preparation for the isolation
That inevitably comes
Where no shoulder, hard nor soft
Accepts your bones’ tears
~
CLP 07/08/2020
Aw, rats! Unlucky.
Never rush, even to a
pressing engagement
~
CLP 4th August, 2020
Draws moths from their paths
Outshines heaven’s multitude
Sucks sleep from my eyes
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n.b. Are street lights really necessary after 22:30 when the Moon is still fat?
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CLP 06/08/2020
Warm summer evening
Through open windows sweet calls
Drift down street “Night, night”
~
n.b. Simply beautiful to hear these whispered farewells to another day, lilting along the road.
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CLP 06/08/2020
