30.3.20
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a moment of sunshine around the garden
meaning leaf to another
where the notes fall
each over other
and trickle, pond, well
strikes me like a tune
the signature
in spare time
a certain hour
I’ll not say
creature every one anointed
must be the moment
remember when weather knew nothing of us?
went merrily on
is it flutter or flight?
I am the camera
slow to a sadness
who isn’t there
peer into lit bits
and where unexpected
standing time still
by hook by claw
by tooth and nail
these are the clothes to which I am suited
it’s with myself I go
could be there with you
it’s only we two now
pause, vanish
see how insects are upwardly mobile?
and air
hangs like hope
over our heads
hold back the branches and pass
sometimes scythe, machete, trowel
shovel, mattock, fork
despite cutbacks
the garden remains
sufficient to itself
look up will won’t you?
nests hidden
plain sight pumpkins
vine shy under
in a mist meaning
ears all night out for
the running of the creek
never yet named
but two months now
belonging
where will it come from?
it’s here where I’m always
on my way home
of course we have wings
salt over the shoulder
it’s head of a pin
all of us dance
this is the news
I bring
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