the times were coming

When the plans stayed in place

Oven driven orange rind

Kneading tomorrow flying away 

Over window sills side gathering

Checking living room left behind

Liquid green and livered orange

Smash between two nets

Moon sung curtains sugar and hide
Drunk as cockerel spin

Stuck between faces

Ladles flounder.  

Leaven short of space

Fish break feeding masses

Oven canoes a shade becoming

Early by design

Sleep opens the deep.  It's already there.

Open dream book.  No texting here.

Where you are is guessing.  Read between the lines.

That circus, that merry go round

Keeps spinning.

Denis Streeter.  3/2/19