Grey Seals

Two weeks of peace, haar and money At last I shrugged and I lost track completely This unforgiving machine gave me a break I saw the outlines of grey seals on the bay Sluggish and so low, forcing a bad rhyme I spend the remains of a sudden Sunday morning The hum of a bumblebee The heavy thud at the mouth of daydream Circumstances so abject And so foolish of me to expect any less Come running to me Come running to me Lest come swimming A short set of tasks 1. Set world to rights 2. Make sure to send word of what's left behind I'm a dog in need of a quiet stream The white girl's sleeping and still she screams Circumstances so abject It would be prudish of me to expect any less Come running to me Come running to me please Lest come swimming Tripping over laces like these I'm reminded of my dad learning to read A bench on the green, the bugs and the big leaves An unrelenting slate grey sprawl ripped at the seams The kids dividing into two teams Running circles Running circles round my extremes All aboard the last hour