DAYS OF THUNDER

Pass the horses wide and slow

Unless you know the galloper 

Revellers 

Bleachers

Young dumb pollen blonde passengers 

Morning light through closing eyes 

Sudden summer rain 

To muse at the end of the mews
A slow and unsteady refrain
Straight as the common crow flies, ticked weed 

Smoked atop old climbing frames 

Pigeons coo like Ecco, not the sneakers, jackdaws clear the roads of flattened frogs and toads, sunlight spreads across the streets like beaches bleaching, echos deepen, underwater, koi carp sleep with eyes wide open, above our paradise steepens 

No ordinary love 

Two piles of chalk in a wheat field
It’s Gemini, it’s Aries
Water warm, wind whistling
We undulate between the two; swimming, kissing 

152 horses purr a fine rhythm 

Of pure memory
Only we give them