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7.iv.24
where is the hour now?
on the day we’re
not here
ahead, behind, who knows?
who keeps it?
birds oblivious
rise, still shine
roll them back
the great wheels of
must and should and will
here’s time owed to us
those old bells!
off like the two-bob watch in the tale
the hour is all around us
there’s a word for a week away
yesterday will be tomorrow too
could be back in the dream
could tell it
miss lunch
have it twice
set off on foot
lost and found the hour again
very own rabbithole of such
where we meet the whipbird in person
of course it all needs remembering
how there was a rope somewhere
and the tree bends under its own weight
spent mine in the tops
a touch of cloud
it’s not the cleaning up day
and yet that hour was earmarked
slipped into this new zone
some other
still sleeping it off
hair of the dog with the extra tail
there’s all this overthinking
one would like to file that hour away
keep it for a leap year
but we’re there
by the time of waking
it’s already used up
make a frame
will I lose light here?
will I be gifted?
we furnish a day like this
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