Avenues

Peered through

the peerless imagery

of petty dream-spun Avenues,

Brushed the quiet tides

that rose

in fluid blends

of milky down.

The clamour of

the west bound flocks

that scarred the last

in pulsing chevrons,

told of lands

beyond the lines

of harlequin recline.

The lilac swathes

that bled to blue,

then proffered mist

a saintly glow,

cooled in easy idiom,

the rapid pyroclastic flow

of dry diurnal doubt.

Aromatic night descended,

Petals closed on Avenues

to the path, the Stars attended

cold eternal retinue.

guiding steps through

dew-gilt pasture,

in concert with

the silver seethe,

the, mist, a plasma

or distemper..

an opium to breathe.