wilting stilts., c/o : james honey.,

'meet me where the pavement rests

and the leaves become too deep to wade our way through

commute to a cul-de-sac on a cloudy chalk walkway,

oh the bracken dense banks.

picture weaving with the hands of history and straight lines in mud tracks

lost within the space between

the sky and me.

burning bright paper lanterns now guiding the clouds over the rolling earth

my loose tred sends a rock scuffing,

nothing's ever lost hereself portraiture through another.

crumpled trouser legs form a new and new againall over.

dust dance

all over swelling mountains upon wilting stilts

dust danceupon the wilting stilts.

james honey.,