Red flaunt voguing over sun-filled viridity,
cinnabar-moth by lanterned dock-leaf,
streaks
into hedge-lodge,
into caverned black.
Another chick about the place, hop-up -
oh, keep that cat far hence,
the magpies too -
blackbird flutes it all from yew-tip, cascades
his diamonds through the wyndes of minds -
green shuttered on wine-dark eyelid-walls,
drowsing now within a fiery furnace,
under gravel-shadowing,
broad Akubra.
