Tetrahedral

easily a veil on your way not different from your faith in sugar 

the strangest baluster / made our morning 

double amber placed beside calke green mugs enough to match family portraits in december 

after all merciful / to the slightest splendour 

greenish a sight, you say more words at the third landing unlit 

it is no seabird / this time crying 

having seen the missed life in a trombone utterly sound as a nearby stream running

perhaps not the bench nor the oddest thanks you smell spirals mercilessly flowering 

in a fresh soak / in inescapable hexes 

briskly blue clouds do not return in silence our first days dry off 

twice the trial of new buckles / we play 

we flick grasses upside down unlike northward winds or white vinegar 

partly listening / to misted gillyflowers

we light a bridleway closest to us the honking ducks not flying away 

C. 

next to a contralto in the rain steam pours out of orange transparency 

countless twiddles / start an old dawn 

at the last break of amasi scones fingers hold nothing but a pant 

sorely sleepless / before charred pulps 

we take a boat and continue humming where there is a song, a star and sand 

off our faces / squarely rhyming 

will prevail or pour our tea back into inaudible waves crashing southwards