Kit Kelen #147 - part of the vast

147

part of the vast

under a streetlamp

dip of the moon

spectacle of no one seen

anything could pass here

light's spread white

world's shrunk to this

all round the night

stars are past

the over-us is all embracing

lifts every scone and trunk

we're dough rise to it

the tree tattooed with standing

and all the weather in it

the rocks are dear life hanging on

because this world's a stone

and hurled!

and duck!

or who's to catch?