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untitled until
ekphrastic for Shay Docking’s 1964 ‘Dark Harbour’
come up close to see
little square of
shone oblong
a stone to somewhere
mark demise
stain of grazing too
rotate day’s habits
trip at such a canvas
height
it’s with the eye
climbs
pile to distance
the village and its
mountain
a fieldsrise
transhumance
come close, look hard
you’ll see every way’s
in
all is a door
some meadows could
yet be cloud
there’s asphodel
underworld
snow to fire peaks
see how a coathanger
question hangs
to trick the windows
here
on a day when no one’s
home
mind sinks into this
light
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