47.

Each leg moves
the air
just as expelled
breath fills
the universe.
Here, 
the vibration
just before 
movement.


48. 

Like the slabs
of Stonehenge,
but the planes are gone,
the tourists gone,
the gates,
the cathedral,
the ewe trees,
the pamphlets,
all gone, but for
a few marks
a child literalist
could call legs.

Peter Waldor | Mudlark No. 36
Contents | Leg Paint 49/50