Pearly gates

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