Fisherman returns,
Gliding birds
Across the river top
And bending curves.
Fish are free,
Prisoners to
Their own curiosities.

The ambivalent river sees,
A blind eye turns;
Rucksack, jacket,
Socks and boots,
Cold weather wear;
Casting arms,
Catch the look
Jaw the hook.

Dinner table pleased.

1.

​Clouds on clouds
Soft on white,
Greying castle skies
A mote in the eye
Swiftly birds fly,
Swiftly birds cry
Distance in the eye,
Distance is a lie
Everyone is nearby,
No one is close enough.
​

2. 

Clouds on clouds
Stumbling troposphere
Grappling space,
Soft on white.
Greying castle skies
Fortified, cotton bombs
              dirty rain
Surrounding moat.

A mote in the eye
Blinking rapid truths
from the pigsty.
Green with envy
As the grass grows
Jealousy, a root
Feeding in the unseen darkness.

Swiftly birds fly,
Swiftly birds cry,
Feathers fall,
Broken wings crawl
The harrowing seed
Seeks to stall

Distance, visions of peace
              in the eye,
Distance, divide the piece
              in a lie

Everyone is nearby
No one is close enough.
​

3. 

Stumbling troposphere
Grappling space
Falling over
Cotton bombs
Dirty rain,
Surrounding moat 
Around fortified castle walls.

Drops in the eye
Blinking rapid truths
From the pigsty.
Green with envy
As the grass grows
Jealousy, a root
Feeding in the unseen darkness.

​Feathers fall,
Broken wings crawl
The harrowing seed
Seeks to stall

Visions of peace
Divide the piece,
A greater whole
Incision of greed.

Everyone is no one
Close enough to be forgotten.
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