Denim sky



Sky a sultry

denim blue

palms push,



a rainbow



I’m lying here

I think of



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



& 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




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