1966
6.140
20.v.25
the trees at
winterheight
Hyde Park
all so that a city may breathe
we, in sudden skins, brisk of
day, in the park, abroad
all around – motor, siren
hum
underword over
steps between
my puddle come
many the leaf and strew
eyes up for our glimpse of sky
day grey until it’s gone
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