'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.,