
sunny side
of this rotten plank
hoary parched

Sunday's sunrays
turning here
to visit me?
Says
been busy -
a lazy poet
a flagging ship -
noon sun
floodlights the wind
just a few ropes -
expecting fair
tailwinds


Shiny nights -
street lamps'
rusted memory

in the forest
one man's house -
& some mosquitoes

nobody at home -
with the wind
a soft sound

the wind, either,
not allowed
to rest
shining
all over
the unsleepy sun
wondering
where to wander
next