-the spell of public laundering closes with a pleasant outcome where upon we eat oyster croquettes and curry while flirting unselfishly-

I paint what I don’t see,

in words I don’t , nor would.

deer graze in the grey sea.

dolphin frolic  through green wood.

 these tales

 the river bore

with

suspicion to Mr  Toad’s

grander door.

a flower it was

a flower it will

 a man in repose

I suppose ?

by  a window, still.

a man

of silk

a man of fine

mr toad

makes him gift.

I sculpt mine.