Through the dimpled glass

Triangles in the clouds
grey squirrels and dolphins too
and it’s starting to rain,

angles or angels,
I see only equilaterals
damn those maths classes.

Faces that shear off and zoom in
and a lion that looks ever so thin
chasing an
antelope with no hope of catching
a balloon shape arises, disperses,
falls into these verses
and it’s starting to rain,
it
must be the weekend.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.