This Peace Is A Peace Of Fruit's Dilating Poem by james watkin

This peace is a peace of fruit's dilating.
For tunnel-visionings crazed
Of quarter degree by quarter degree
Rise in the hornet's, hot-glazed.

Restful sizzling in a summer distance
Blue warps, recreational.
The hush in hum's nook. The veritable calm
Cicada brings down on all.

Is in dragonfly's stop and start rhythms.
Floating sky-change, thereabout.
In air-flow's anointing, which insensibly
Lily-watered spots, seeps out.