30 April 2025
2 May 2025
helium
new thoughts rise
into the sifting clouds
chameleons
chew them toss them
from their mouths
tatters flutter
sink to earth
and try again
new thoughts rise
to a ceiling
of appropriate
opprobrium
they are snaffled
in their horse’s mouth
someone’s
pulling the reins
i can’t see who
it must be me