15.

Criss-crossed,
like the mark
on treasure maps.
Epochs pass
with a wave 
of antennae.
The meditation
sealed
with unthinned
alchemist
amber varnish.


16.

With cat
tongue brush
render 
lightly as dust.
Grays,
a glance 
shows nothing.
The “ah yes”
comes only 
with a nose 
against it.

Peter Waldor | Mudlark No. 36
Contents | Leg Paint 17/18