Mellow Noon

days of benign stealth lawns, gardens, orchards drink to my health the road's been unkind well it's gone, it's flowed on behind let me recline in this boon mellow noon the bell might ring spiteful and soon days of serene sloth cirri bind the sky in strips of clean cloth and they barely support its weight of light and i circle my core like a moth tell me whose darned flitting hand lit this little burner just below my head that it moves higher up with each sandbag shed and i never knew how far my land spread now i long for something to make now i ache for something to wield earthbound and sunbaked like a worker in the field