Ext Leslie Park

Pelted with signs & reminders of how we was

You & I try to find remnants of rousing cos

We tessellate & retain what they gave us to

Fail & relate what we lose in our grievous moods



Hues & peruse with a delicate four zero two

Style & defile cos she wants to sing after you

Number the edges & keep track of all her keys

Humble the hedges with shapes that we ought to be



Hands were softer

Summer was faster



Sky's in the puddles & sun's in the window pane

Rise from the rudders adrift in the baleful rain



Thanks to razvan