1992
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15.vi.25
as a journey draws us on
ekphrastic for Guðrún Bergsdóttir’s embroidery
works
we’re home here
the cosy town knitted from its hills
streets lost to a single chimney
and where the gull sat
churching up to sky
impression left in the fabric
we make a map like the weather
window’s a cathedral too
guess next how these colours come
in just a circuit of such hours
the fingers nimble till
you have to believe all this
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