Ten days beyond a city sunrise.
Upon the breeze, life’s sounds did sail; the people pottered past.
As with those others, I’ll not help you.
The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.
The footfall flux meanders.
The Trow’s resuscitated – see the blackwhite gable draped along in hanging baskets.
The searsome sun seethes heathaze.
The rails run.
Pigeon plays his puff-chest charm.
I write; I drink; I’m passed through.
Sing silence from the unstaged page, the rhythm riv’ring through.
“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
Breeze breaks in laughter loosed; kuhllainkkinkcnk sothairyugoe! hahihihihihuh hyeh-uh?!