#429 - three little fellahs

 

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three little fellahs

 

woke

 

listening to the sky come close

now landed

 

the running road

the light come loud

 

creatures of leaf and twig along

 

woke to the body’s tune

and a self too                                                          

 

trill and whip telling

 

an inward rooster

me again

 

touch toes

                                     

some days hear the heart tick too

measure it with lines

 

vast plains of the undreamt day

 

how I fell apart in the book

 

 

 

 

pinch and a punch again

 

now it’s all upfronded March

mossed March

 

not quite ripe

the lemons want in

 

March in its leaflight  

dreaming tin

the keeper of the rains

 

March

pinch and a punch

we’re here

 

 

 

 

a door in the day

for Lou Smith

 

none thought to lock

 

bring the bones

come flesh

 

do come in

you’re welcome

 

say I, the inhabited fancy

 

step through the city

take this pill, melt  

 

a fall of sunlight here

just where the day grows over

 

come seasons, turn

roller skates

 

prepare me a piano please

or any strings at all

                                                                            

not to show you

just to say

the only way

to make the door

is to open it

and step in