Kit Kelen #1324 - I was a centaur after siesta

1324

I was a centaur after siesta

green of the eye

it was all about tune

thing the sun shone through

it was something served

though we never queued

see the two-ness of winged things

here and there all attuned

so follow my let’s say snout

came upon them bathing

fawned, and they set the dogs

but I was faster, humble

in these paws, my means

almost jazz glad

trail of light crumbs

melancholic, dramas

this was the forest we followed

to here – delight and harm not

discover ourselves to be on an island

come thirsty to the well

only in water chords swell to light

a colour we drink here