Vince
Plumber washed from the crawl space
Brick after brick
I Kango off my wall,
more than five stone thick.
Behind which love still stands tall.
In the gloom of shimmer,
I watch, the played trick;
perturbed the skimmer,
that made my heart tick.
False was my sentiment,
on deceit so slithery slick.
Still, I do not resent
on any stone that I’ll kick.
Vince
8–11–2016
