Plateau Ramble - The Acorn

Lay another down to the pile

You keep it at your feet

The faces come in and out

Nothing familiar in a while

It didn’t take that long

To move from A to B

Shakes and from your feet

Though it would appear from your smile

That heaven was in reach

Swallow and spit it out

A market of passion and denial

The precious noise of wounded boys in heat

They fall apart as Sunday skirts recede

Oh you long to be

But the waterway retreats

And shakes hands with the sea