On the grass I make a table

On the grass I make a table...




On the grass I make a table,

On the grass I unmake a rubble,
Of hoary imagination turning into wild,
transforming ribald and raucous to a mild grid,
My needle of creativity spins and spins
Interlacing with flawless imagination pirouettes,
A depiction of rhyming skylark in bow,
or pecking green parrot, or cawing crow,
chick in the nestle peeping out in the morn,
when man is still in the inebriated run,
I  am still on the grass, build life that you shun.