shyspy

lungfish wallow in the sand
wait for the willowy fertile crescent
to change its course
snakes by a pyramid’s sphinx 
there lotus grow papyrus scrolls
where stands a hippo
crocodiles are grim-eyed satchels 
denial is not for you and I though

Plain statement

The fly lit on a propellor of
a washerwoman whirligig
watched by a whisky sour wino
wearing a scratchy candied wig
he wondered about a wing-ding
under the comeuppance of rain
we struggle that way
you and I...
like ants burdened with twigs
close the door behind you
walk back in