11
Chipped and Cheap
At a cottage with its whistles, and grass
thrown by thistles, it is so lovely to idly
entertain. The sand hides in the water,
the fish die on the sand and a stream sat bare to
pick, though its pickings; chipped and cheap.
Squatters’ hands are doing nothing of
use. Pulling at each other’s collars while
ignoring flat screams. Their faith likely
contrasts the need. Only feeding into the
absence to throw spring’s fresh mulberries
along the path. It helps to learn of the season.