Sources of Old
Under Rainbow’s left paw sleeps coiled in the sand
A snake all of gold, say Sources of Old.
After the storm last Wednesday I went
As far as the glade they call Trollop’s Lament :
Raindrops with sun, but gold I found none .
Father declares I’m bent of course
Just straw in the head, and go feed the horse
But Granny insists on a second mission
For if it’s not gold, mayhap it is vision.
manfred von pentz Canto Moreno