Roof Top Vision
Beaming broken centres cracked and holding
Before sweat is rendered
Upon the moss shelter
Twisted in spaced time
Casting memorabilia
To jump start an argument
Held up and questioned
Salt wound ground in sulphur
Barking at empty spaces
Chilled wine retreat, a best beach exotic
Tight; fresh
A bench, a table
Mark a landing spot
For light wings, a shattered illusion
Intrusion a beleaguered pasture
A flimsy recall no gesture
Battled in hope for glory
Just a story
A tempter
Treason sifter
Russian winter
Fly no wings then fall
Captured cuffed and beaten
Time for the retreating
Sun
January 27th 2015
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015
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