Sun Dry Place
Cool breeze; a tease a level place to spin a coin
Spool full of clutched thread; spun by spiders
Silver spoon stuck to breathing
Teams driven by spies.
Eyes glistening, chilled watery drips fall
Green dark winter leaves holding grief.
Pass judgement on fallen drifter,
The one with badges on bags.
Damaged shelter shabbily collapsing
Retracting; telescopic vision shrinking.
Angled hat slopes to catch the feathers
Pillows hard to crush the cold.
Bold and pressed in brass, the willow bends
Caressing the tepid waters edge
With simple brown shoes pressed in the mud
The labour is done
February 4th 2017
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright