#241 - joy

 30.viii.20

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joy

slow movement

 

lay with an ache

 

here in the glimmer of firstly and was

you were cradling a tree like child

 

climb limbs in

 

do all this from disbelief

I, beside set, as all should  

 

we, the inkling at

a cast of iron

 

voice and another

tell a grief grip away

 

all who were laughing

fall too

 

tell you mine

please show

 

once love in the duty of

this mud chuck

now accident sphere

 

golden and golden

the afternoon light

 

we were slow

to the truth

of it there