An uncommon clink of loose coined metal
Compelled me to think quickly on catched breath.
Sparkling delight with rich minted luster
I summoned forward my most ample breast.
My Knight I dreamed! Oh, my Dragon Slayer!
Images careened, sixpence in my shoe–
Such suspense, a bridal dress to tailor,
Lloyds of London, a fairy tale come true.
My Quest, a cocked tailed wren at my pillow
Leaves by yon window, curious fellow–
Out for more sneaky fleeting liaisons
Nestling mothers, innocent courtesans.
By St. George, I thought half a sovereign I\'d found!
Lo My God, but to a worthless farthing I\'m bound!
Augustus / Folsom, LA / November 2016