Tidal shifts

Laws of copper chairs bent bicycle spokes unspoken
Resting assured the knees were in hiding
Just before the balloons began the tidal rise of the moon
Hiding in bushels to dusk the dawn
As shadows hid shoe strings behind their head
Chipmunking sparrows in sages of change
Moon topped meadows oceaned buttery shores, as
Laws of copper chairs bent beating in place
Shoes sinking knees at quicksand ready
Just as the arms length approved
Light shaking shadows to seize some reprieve
Warm as dreams in a warning learning
Bicyle spokes some unspoken surmise
Tidally sinking and rising in dreams.

Denis Streeter 6/11/11