For a Walk

Gate jumper pigeon pie,

I see you flip a vagrant eye,

climb a bitter tableau Rosa,

prattle rain drops to the sky.

Could you catch poignant faces?

Cloud amused hopping graces?

Dig raw stones from pretty pla…

wait.

What could you know of ugliness?

Capered bliss of quietness?

Broken legged undone dream

in ragged dress gone gardening?

or

rent and rave purloined wings

of clipped and staggered blue sky flings

get and gotten boring things

curve and dam a blueprint stream

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