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7.142
23.v.26
at
Jilliby Castle
poem
for fifty years of the P & R molecule
wishing
you parrot bright
blissed
mists
clear
air
everything
golden this year
with
tractor magic
paint,
strings, keys
and
all the honest tricks of weather
drift
of days to whim
blue
skies
and
sun gathered in
it
powers the dream
fruitrise
and swim
all
this with infinite care
no
deity to oversee
no
demons here
though
there’s some fine vintage red from the cellar
an
ancient horse
creek
older yet
we
chew the fat
drowse
off
it’s
all of the remembered past
carries
us away
there
will be morning to invent
still
set out fresh for mystery
who
knows what day might do
more
pond, more stone
sheds,
roofs out your ears
mind
is excavation
slap
up something here there
welcome
to all seasons
in
winter let the whole house snug
in
summer, tickle breezes
let
every chair find its bum
in
this one can believe
wishing
you parrot bright
blissed
mists
clear
air
everything
golden this year
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