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if I had an extra hour
breathe in
bed of course
throw questions to
mainly however on foot
through these fronds
and peak
it would consist of mansion ages
I’d stop practising
I’d get the job done
I’d…
I’d wear it on my sleeve, not swallow
…wouldn’t go shopping
I’d look in the boxes
get to the bottom of the fridge
if I had an extra hour
no, I calculate I’d need three or four
then a little in the way of moments to accompany
and eight more lives, a slept year
new house for every dream
and ancient also
I’d dryclean, sweep, polish - No!
what am I thinking?
we’d have that conversation
if I had one more hour
I’d make it last
I’d stage a little resurrection
call it Sunday too
be born again
go on a cave crawl
towards a bath and dinner
catching a breeze as I go
really not as ever before but
and take this hour as far as it goes
climb it like a cloud
the afternoon laughter
a backyard thereof
birdbath preen splash
I would test out all of our chairs
if I had one more hour
then this would be the day
to think what I could do with two!
it would be the garden
lake still, oars up, stop the world
I’d be walking tide along
shall we make splendid of the shade?
then autumn still
and secret where we find the hour
like a poem harbour midst
cranes draw high
just for the view
just for fun
and maybe arrive on time
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