1937
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mudsparkle
creature thump
here come the bubbles
that’s animal life
pond and under
will someone surface?
they’re shy
here’s ripple through
of almost up
then back under, gone
and I go on my rounds
it’s the blue jumping birds
the white bums
so sit the nest again
plenty one needn’t wait for
the neighbours
a kind of chainsaw tinnitus
‘what are you
lookin’ at?
… you lookin’ at my
fire?’
here’s ugly money – ours is good
it’s all the weather grew to this
and in the dark
dream more
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