Street Warship
Cowering beyond crashing shocks of overhanging flowers--
well-tattered skins of brilliance finds
heard white mock winds in wide inflections
and baffled seafarers are upset over black rations
Like our sun's lawfull radiations. A forest's clearest cover
surfaces over brown-burnt mysts--to pluck all throughout
at the many-manned globe--your eye's turn
and wink in blue fog to sea-levelled sand and pearl.
by Tommy Soden