ENDLESS PASTRY

Ingenuity
down at the grass.

The mends to grit
and rocketing
somewhere out from
there.

All the haunts
return without the trap.

The Dog House
neighbours
do not have the old
invaders.

Laughter is a compass,
wings.

© A2Kdavis 2016

3 thoughts on “ENDLESS PASTRY

  1. Great to see something from the shadow lady after all this time, ‘rocketing somewhere /out from there!’. Indeed, let’s not lose our sole compass!

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