#550 - he locks himself down

 

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he locks himself down

or

in my splendid isolation

 

winter and wool to pull over

switch off the road

travel shelves

 

feral day
self unshorn

sun cosy

 

magic up all sorts

picture till there

 

come to my herbiage

forget I am where to order

 

globes of the lemonade

parsley, spring onion

tug and off come a

mandarin moon

thai basil, coddle coriander

out to slaughter last of the pumpkins

 

so work up a light sweat

 

Wednesday back to the crocodile

Thursday ping pong

 

weather in everything

know what I mean

 

rocks in my socks

too cold to take off

 

music I make makes me too

 

dare the calendar, the clock

I Peter Pan it here

   with Wendy

we island all and fly

 

dawdle

journey in day

and days before

 

myself rain gauge

solar collector

the fired up hearth

 

keep asking myself

how long can it last

 

make sleep an all nighter

stars for far – a usual crew

 

head out of the burrow –

first light