Poetry

RING ROAD
See how shiny and brightened
this road may be..
Wiggling and wriggling.
Groping and glittering.
Rounding while rolling.

Clearing while clapping.

In the mauve street natty road.
Prisoning white shadows.
quailing from the sprang .
Falling while fading
to the hills of the ring.
that reaps the rich street.
The quaint lashes pumps the dark
and bribes the kite of the rank.
It will not seize to turn
and see figures of beings that pass-by.