Cascade Steps
Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
Bath-stone built up about the natchrul Avon’s course ‘n curves…
The fire of the dragon’s protest-flame marks only its self ‘n message.