Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun

Mangrove Roots & Otter-play

Mangrove roots and otter-play
And all the other subtle blessings
Under passing summer suns

A ray of light descending senses
Petite bolts of pleasance in the ranks
Of crop’s attendants:
sweat as well as blessings
Passing under summer suns.

A tune of no importance
Put idly to air,
In a gold field-
Not a gold mine-
By the wheat
Without a care

In the shimmer of the root-tide
Crabs wander or remain,
Shaded by the mantle-migrant of the season
Dyed a violent shade of green

By scent of salt and newborn bough
The rankling clawmen gab and gravel
Working days had long gave way
To mangrove roots and otter-play
&
All the other subtle dressings
Of todays’ attempt impressing
The last external setting
Of a vast,
receding,
sun