A Tray Of Egrets Like A Selection Box

stumbling forwards breathless 

(Mark Edward Smith donates graciously with thanks mate)

 intention

 life rushes in 

surges straight  out 

boys can smell the lightning

they don't admit fear yet

all is game

let us take a  voyage

a peptic ramble past the  reed beds

newly  flavoured books

 & looks that taint and tease 

0utward bound  fluid thoughts

 frantic islands

boundless

shrouded

in pellucid green azure 

around the rocks base

smashing in Atlantic rollers

what toxic swill is this 

broiling at the back

 of my mind

oyster catcher and skylark breakfast together

stones layer upon stones bracket a skyway a ramp upwards

if it dies now and rolls of this cliff 

a tragic accident but not a tragedy?