19.5.20
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it’s the same poem
the poet in Groundhog Year
think of night all round
get glimmer
consider this freedom
the box sealed tight
so memory my tomb
guess temperature
how’s darkest?
hobgoblin flight
pull the covers up
can you pick a year apart?
a season, think of one
certain words are wasted
take sky and breath
float leaf, cloud bright
cloak out
have done the flutter down
explore or nose about
each particular chord a colour
though there is no light
build a garden from the ground up
or hack back to now
a waltz begins
and back among the traces
treetops of the image call
foot traffic glisten
I wear a world
around myself
was here yesterday
said this already
follow a trail
leads to where you are
and we have been before
there will be day without us
where these unseen
words remain
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