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must I depict?
each miracle
country can’t be
mine
the hum of money
how otherwise?
must I depict?
seldom serves
show you the house
in the garden
seed in sky’s reach
things go and come
back
life so much in the
round
sleep, shopping
till ideas
in the journal of
days
certain lines fall
to me
round on the page
admitted shapes of
nature
rainbow angels just
too cute
taunt and cello
unsuspected
I’d say you look
well, fighting fit
could I pick you
out from a line-up?
bird to the window
could be its cousin
names neglect me
but I won’t forget
a face
and called to give
account, interpret
sudden when a bell
rings
I prefer the random
leaf to raindrop
stages of the way
won’t know
day’s lessons
we’re timber worn
and wet from the night
the swim is more
than what I see
the shape more than
the sense
in all the ages
before pyjamas
a nightcap yawn and
must I yet?
little spirits of
the page, the screen
and arrow-headed
knowing
… where we join the
dots
thunder to tell it
the drama the glory
a certain sky elf
visits
by the book
long gone
turn on the world
they all try to
speak English
hear the bursting
into song
see the colours when
they come
and if
I keep a record of
all this
!
spot the difference
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