A Sudden Touch Of Wood

a sudden touch of wood

what of green the purpose of a lull.

all fixtures featured

battened down with leather for the leaves.

our birds asleep

deep enough in dreams

the fallen trees more opium than bark.

no questions come of this.

sad postures of the hip

the sudden grip of clarinet and worm

turning like a sixpence 

on secondary burns more willing change.

a prisoner exchange.

the last tree hangs his washing on a peg

then sits to watch the colours run

to waters end. a circus for us all.

tall winds the bigger picture.

one-armed crawl on scriptures seldom sold.