5.viii.20
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three poems
the one pointed star
a glimmer twink
sideways seen
a ladder in the dance
fall here
it throws us
wished to bits
river run to stone
go gleam
‘explosive revelation’
I should say not an easy ending
to heights of leaf as feature
where cloud is all to nothing
this far years of light still go
worm away
run your own rug
believe an angel sent
come late to colour
no one thought it up
nevertheless
good for flag for instance
would you call this shining?
no point to it at all
an everyday foretelling
we will speak to each other
not on paper
neither in stone
but through the empty air
as if the sky were grip of midst
before us on a table
hear you hear me
feel my meaning
there when not
it will be a regular way
our only time together
day begins for so many
with a tune remembered
or shock of night telling
likewise in air
from nowhere to nothing
and gone
breathing yet
cruel truth
lost to crueller lies
time comes when no one will touch
not again
even the voice will be covered
all the city’s hum go low
fearful each of animal, insect
too small to see our fears
enlarge upon them
days untell
stall the machine
on stumble unknowing
into what will come
here we are
you and I all it with
still the eyes will hold
splendid to harbour
and under bridge it
cobweb rusting
cranes and towers
still on up
foreshore walks
slosh green
sky for an eye
gull with
ark
once was a little paradise
by stream in idle hours
bay flew fish
but love is up with our old tricks
turn islands by
shoot stars
a harbour has its streets too
they are in conversation
smell of clouds
through the heads
no one sees disperse
wheeling and surge beside
even a grey day
float in the glass
sail tilt
trick the hills to tree
come coves in spire sandstone
cliff tide told
slow to crag
hawser, chug
and throw a dock for rope
there must be a dark floor
to the harbour
weedswept
dreamt down
sunk to be
where stars turn over
some bright creature
lives to love there
so there will be more
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