On a Holiday that Keeps Giving Fragments

(New fragments - as in, even, part of sentences - of poetry. Written away, in the spur of the moment; in a mind fully fresh, open to wonderments, although the scenes' beauty may still not be captured perfectly - in that the mind was fresh, open to take it in, understanding, but not in a state to write.)

If wood was air: if wood was penetrable: he / I would stare
through it.

[If wood was air: I would stare through it; if wood was penetrable: reach
for it / cut it with my body as with air, as I moved into it.]

to go out / row out in broad daylight

we coat the bees in broad
daylight (in honey, sugar -all melted
and pearl-like, sticky substance)

we coat the bees in broad daylight (in
honey, sugar - pearl-like), the sugar
melted - sticky drapery over / stickily draped
over bees.

full of thick fish
boots

Scraggy tail, turns limp - turns brown
with its water-cargoed / watery fur

Scraggy tail, turns limp - copper-brown
to black

with water-cargoed / watery fur

Scraggy tail, falls limp; falls
down, how the water sticks

like glue to the fur.


[What the Hambus
to Marvolo would look like:
as death, in the shape of his own dead body.]

The wall's bricks glow (gold),
and the water with it: how it
take / steal the wall's shape.

Do the doorbells echo to slow the silent hour?