July 21, 2014


There’s bits and bobs
peering out from Battistessa’s shed.

A plaster Horse head in the making
a king size chaise dragon lounge,
awaits an Adams family pose,
further back in the shed.

A sail boat moored,
sits patiently.
Leeward of the wall
and rows of piled up mulch composts,
amongst stacked artefacts.

Waiting on the moment,
vision cross a mind,
ideas prompted, tossed about.
Thoughts and talk combined.

There’s artefacts and bits N’ bobs
round Battistessa’s shed,
waiting on the moment,
as he dreams ahead.

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