fold tomorrows rain
and under the loose world night
play blind on young ground
…………
one earth full of single stars
blown here by unrelenting years
those seas of sorrows know
written in liars lines
saying
come and become the past
full like her darkest pity
to show
such thought is mine
……….
might I tonight
pocket a kinder hour and
look long into todays spare quiet
…………
a cowboy crowd came
huge under loud confetti tunes
painted horses in everyones glance
glued to street prance frowns
a story played with floating balloon chance
inside a rolled parade
Brett Hetherington 