Scaffolding

All summer, held up
By iron girders
Bad chi force-fields
Metal on your larynx

But now scanty
And adorned with camp sunflower
86 winks at passers by
Flashes its panes

As if to say:
'Look, no stabilisers.
All better. No holes
In my roof.'

I believe it.
We have been much weaker than this
Rattling with Kalms
Tamazepan.

The builder saw me naked
At 9.14 this morning -
We both laughed
He got lucky.