scents of a half-remembered dream

hawthorn, privet and elder invade my world

sweet, rotting mellowness singing a symphony

birdsong, two-stroke motor

 barking, rasping, exhaust and exhausting

 dragging golden skin through memory

 dark marks of bruise and dirt indistinguishable

only tepid bathwater shows the truth

high, hazy blue, infinite and unknowable

stretching as far as the dreams we played

candle, foam and confetti adorn the world

soft, dozing fur lazes away the long light of the afternoon