its the end of the night, I got a pint, fresh, just poured, next to me.
a Full day.
what do I want to remember?
Out looking to find a lamp to rub.
To make my legs spirited.
and up in the tree, I noticed a kite.
as I rounded my moderate lap of the Grass Track.
The kite was caught like a dream, as if the tree had awaken, clasped, and not let go of it.
the rest of today, phhhheff.
Cheers, d. lowe