Saturday, 23 January 2016

A Cached Stroll

The fusty fumble of the descending sky
took bites out of us-
like the horseflies that savaged my scalp
as you styled from over the style.
It uncovered what glossy green ivy covered so well
as bites started to swell.
Bats and birds flitted directionlessly above
as dipped headlight ants crawl from hilled hovel
to another beneath our behemoth feet.

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