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17.vi.26
it’s
on the spot
ekphrastic
for Georgia Szmerling’s 2026 ‘reflection of pond with nature’
pretending stillness
called to hours
how a sky blooms
all to a frame of rain
one cannot call the colours
but here’s a beak, an eye
and the creatures
come grief upon rise
we are all hiding
you won’t find any of us now
you won’t find anything here
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