Under foot. Ramblings above Minerve
Gray days
Where the clouds take their leisure
And the sun might have a chance
And you are stuck, in your car, on the road
Like a fly on glass, skating over the imaginary
Possible
The vineyard with its white linens
Pruned back, soldiers in an army
So you get out, take a breath
And another
Underfoot they are dancing
The flowers taking the first reel
And you are the maypole
© Poetry by Giles Denmark (Mitchell)
March 17, 2008
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