Licked St Augustine breeze-
tonguing sweetly a single strand
of languid sap escaped prematurely
from the beer can at your feet.
Placid lake reflects
someone you cannot recognise.
Patterned stripes on innocent skin-
Confucius confused and left
in the detritus of mud
and words spilt, spit on deaf ears.
harbouring sap seekers
who come to mollycoddle
in those moments of weakness.
And forget, in turn
to pay pilgrimage