Returns

Returns
(for Bill)

Slit eyed cherub marks time;
drills his heels like a drunken
flamenco dancer – arm in arm
with snare & hi-hat bluster.

He’s shouting at thunder;
swiping at air with steel baton
in the purge of a moonlit hour.

Merlin’s on stilts with menace
and puffed cheeks – gangly arms
slash & grind, swinging over
the din of hammers.

Fingers bouncing off hot metal;
he’s making mischief – blown back
by the wind – laughing at stars
doing the Jimmy Shimmy Roll.

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