Fading next to summer strength,
but
still
and unshy
of green,
it's just a range
gone.
No falling thoughts,
as you fall soon,
as once
in bloom.

Wings hidden well
and never spread with
surprise,
you wait till eye shut
and then run loud in cloud,
you complete,
cusping and converging,
fresh, new,
how like you.
Then descend without a hint of flight,
knowing light.

Describing clocked,
noticed
or
not,
held in seconds
forgot.
Memory unplanned,
shuffling in minuet
minutes made of you.

On every brink
of an idea
you appear,
nestling with the dive
into thought,
you infuse and wrought.
Fought for position,
to lose,
back to tumbling
without lines
underlined ; or meant clarity,
as for you.

Close to smattering
without wrong;
cease hurry,
and gallop.

It means to forget
a victory.
Binded hands wait for what ;
morning conundrum
and for the thunder
after fun's done
and mope throw!

Don't go cat,
who will eat Go Cat
and lap
a tiny bowl.
A brittle arc in spring sun,
after running's done.
Lame in lazy thoughts,
strident paws
reach for chirping,
when you were fast;
in summer grass
you leap again