Just Another Swim Toward Dusk

Mated parrots catapulted red

Comet Man and blazing Astro Girl

Across the square tablet of the Olympic-class swimming bucket

Over the encroaching tree line & faraway to fight crime

In afternoons of bubblegum cut in powdered squares and sticks

Of grey fruity sustenance and antique paper packets

Where you’ll also find me in curled plates of dried mud

Cracking dust spores in the wake of my iron scooter, tyres holding up

Shadows long and roving, with Luke Skywalker and Stormtroopers

Held in pockets on country town outskirts

While back in this water, aloft in Midgard where skies slide along each other

In planes of tin

Of smoke

Of Wedgewood China blue, Portuguese blue

Rain pricking up from the roiling silver surface

While Basho plunders along field roads and his rains

Explode in our mouths and puddles

 

Will Swan