Denim sky

 

 

Sky a sultry

denim blue

palms push,

 

somewhere

a rainbow

hovers.

 

I’m lying here

I think of

you

 

trawling through

my life for

insight to

 

a dream

a clue.

 

Sunday dawn’s

in heaven

church bells

 

clatter for

the mass.

 

Wine to blood

bread to body

who was it

 

thought up that?

A feast of

transubstantiation

 

& the French

fall on the beach

like flies

 

yet here

I sit & over

there you lie

 

yes, trawling

through my life

but who am I?

 

I steady,

ready for new

dimension.

 

 

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