wayfaring is a muted affair to lift the canopy and vanish after fattening lambs the city rolled into dusty tracks feeling foolish then in sudden rain watering-can clouds caught me in flagrante without a care Helios' arrival was opportune two pawns taken en passant vain weathercock warriors canting as a homespun queen
An erasure poem of my own drafts – Charley (Life in Portofino) calls his drafts sleeping alligators – I wish I’d thought of that so with a nod to his wordsmithing, this category is called ‘crocks on the rocks’
Today, 1st of July is a fresh start and am putting these mouldering lines on the shelf of Poetry Pantry #409
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