27.7.20
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skedaddle
or
somewhere else in my life
when I will be home
thing shining
and rejoice
a timberlick of
forest was
cul de sacs
and hidey holes
many ways to go
no keys
no cash
no phone
none call
just all among the
day
which is a catch your
balance thing
and have your sayso
there
sneak by
as it was until
set off by adventure
even July has a
middle
peer through static
thing missed
and tumble of all
set self a tone
the bees if I can
and choose to say an
hour
I take up with the
afternoon
iron gates thorough
come to a slowdown
blue a sky up
in dreams
all dances to the
garden
streaming then
as if we were guessed
here’s the spot
rains come
when I will wash my
brushes
will you find me
take up puzzle
?
far down in these
clothes the animal is
an arrow after
cartoon corners round
make me a mystery
that’s for the vanish
I fear a cliché comes
try it moonlessly
you all of you were
there
last in the ridgetop
westering
where the sun is
still
nice loaf
and love the little
breezes wrunga
rickety
ramshackle
hullabaloo
thing shining
and rejoice
woke up late
and they’d had day
I feigned unconcern
trod path’s here we
are
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