06 October 2012

Orchard For Sale


So why don’t I see it your way, not
from failing eyesight or affectation,
nor ostentatious harrumph-inflated
habit – that is not me certainly, the
theatrics too blasé for an out-dated
has-been, never would have made
it thespian you’d likely agree; or is
that a too coyly worded defence

There isn’t too much wood for the
trees where I take my stance, grey
as it seems there’s an unassailably
balanced sagacity at back of it – so
you’d sell the dream less the trees
as I dream of the trees selling me
© 30 August 2012, I. D. Carswell