Ambition
Time the Healer goes forth
With all aplomb;
Exudes the shape of lion and tiger brawn.
And jungle palm frond
Whipped in windy blast;
The pond fills up with muddy-watered brim.
A shack to house the hunters
‘Neath a cliff
And green-leafed brazen boys and men attend
Who Ambite to dredge their souls.
For all delude
Their mothers yarn on days all gladly come.
R.H.