rabbit wriggles nose.
tuft of brown cotton blurs by.
hear the antennas.
only sun
soft wet kisses fall.
the slobbering maudlin doG.
send your only sun.
forward slipping
the way forward is
often a winding slick road.
obstacles on path.
nothing to see here
the seat of boredom
grows spikes as the sand trickles.
journey moves along.
hinging henges
from the gray stone wall.
what hinges upon the henge?
the long faced gray men?
ghost men
be always weary
of great men of the people.
they’re wearing no clothes.