Pinch Punch

a sky full of false promise

bears down like a bully

threatening a turbulent

morning walk beside the stream

now returned to its shallow glass

after yesterday’s storm spate,

Bella disturbs an egret from reeds

which lifts away discontentedly

yellow boots hanging below

its snow white plumage,

holiday jet highways form

tight vapour trails that

bloat into huge serpents

before dissipating vaguely

as new ones take their place,

occasionally I am forced to tiptoe

through the new urban litter of

abandoned electric scooters

purportedly saving my planet

making my neighborhood

easier to breathe in,

I look to the heavens

and see myriad false promises

cynically arranged in committee

gloating at my curses

Published by grahamrsherwood