1174
20.iii.23
4.79
walk
out to the day
where the dew still falls
see pond of grass
no leaf but flung
the breeze upcast
to do
detect
some parrot bright traverse of air
a vanish in among of hours
then to declivity
declare the dell
daisy up till
stand where the webs still cast to see
it’s here
most hidden
walk out the day
shine skin
till must immerse
though midst of March
and salt a self
in shadows of a summer’s end
splutter the road in it petrol last throes
there’s traffic of sunshine yet
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