10.ix.20
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Spring uprising
away a few days
or an age dreamt out
sun in the rainshone leaf
green home to
spring uprose
opportunity!
trees at ease
a steady sky
arrows everywhere over the page
this hour of tuning for summer
come rounding ripe
come flower
behind the clock
here’s the landing branch
trill and whip
with wings above
jazz in the garden
snuggle yet
pull wool over
a sneeze for
then sneaky spring wattled in
wormed under
it’s come down
in the last shower
a chimney licks
find sticks to burn
final drift of smoke
before we fear
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