Three Sails

By coffee I mean
three sails in view
little triangles on a page
neighborish sounds
in the window
car radio rings
a couple bars of tune
that was then now birds
chime the sky it
blinds itself rising
by rising I mean later on
we may or may not
wake up
by sleep I mean nothing
I said is intended
for testing rise up
down the other
by other I don't mean
us, I mean
then I mean
time I mean
now

 

Published in Tuned, Sedition Editions/CCCP, 2020