#1090 - the Christmas biscuit blisses Kit

 

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the Christmas biscuit blisses Kit

as previously alluded

perhaps partly for ghost writing

 

the biscuit in the proper degree

 

(afternoon pondshine

reeds banked to shore)

 

far at whim

on rounds

 

and round we go

 

the dry dell track through

singing over

 

all steady fellows holding up

what blue as we afford

 

summer, yes, summer, speaking it all

 

a track through the village, some say

but I will go the creek way

 

hat falling apart – mum’s

proud of that too

 

the jacaranda rain

 

pass the remains of Kitten Stump

 

already I move breathlessly

 

and here’s a sun beyond itself

day gets on as well

 

lap at

wear the spectacle

watch ants along their track

 

Cyndi Lauper from somewhere

and earlier it was Plastic Bertrand

 

silken the swim

and gentle about

 

lightly and lightly breeze come

call summer

 

be garlanded in shade

 

peer in as far as day goes

 

it’s hard to be sparse in the picture

 

I always go the long way

it takes up the best time

 

I make my midst right here

   by the book

gathering till free