red it red it

the puns in the pond

return every year

 a war starts

a princess speaks welsh

FFS

 in these dark days

i remember my dad whistling

holding my hand

 what if

all the holes on our bodies

healed up

 modern times 

all the princes are frogs

ne’er a drowning pool

 surfing

on a biography of crudity

tethered bored

variations on the theme of pigeons

 variations on the theme of pigeons

grey day

a flock of pigeons

leaves the church roof

grey day

a flock of pigeons

returns to the church roof

grey day

a sudden flock of pigeons

left the church roof and

returned

returned

returning a flock of pigeons returned

leaving a flock of pigeons left

grey day

a sudden flock of pigeons

feathers her hair

 war

the cherry blossoms 

start dripping

 a war has begun

just as i start fence painting

red splashes on green

 their whose fault lines

in the tectonic plate’s shifting

   - Green victory

 the infertility of

cutting out the syllables

• vashaikume

 born in the waves

the waters have broken

what was inconceivable