more day every day
and a big gold swathe to
prove it every night into
rear windowbeam burst
asun and further down
between chubby clouds
and the cute coots bobb-
ling in a horizon mirror.
a new humulous lift
wet kinks and goodness
spray the falls the air the
flawsy flowerdreams to
come yet...sighing in a
branch's bud-twig, a mild
itch skinthin