Should The Question Beg For Answer
will the water be beautiful?
will I thank every drop of the sea?
the sky, will it be so blue,
I’ll find ships sailing in the clouds?
and emearald and hawthorn
would i lay down there again?
rise to wander mists by fairy lakes
secret women drift in sleek wolfhound shapes
lead by old and limping men
between hedgerow and dirt lanes?
speak with mallard fox and silent swan?
their stories told of long ago
when black cats and tabby cats,
small black terriers through stone walls and brier
sure and steady tacked
all possibility of horses
(for Lilly n the gang)