The grain is mismatched ‘cross the breaks.
Energetic wisps weave; wander!
The dull ‘n darkened green.
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
Bath-stone built up about the natchrul Avon’s course ‘n curves…
Trooping past: a generation.