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set out
among the sunshine
so few here we
are
allow things
their full height
bright breeze
hooves affray
in memory
here’s the
castle of what was
there’s the
ship that takes away
light is
precious now
it’s as if to
show us something lost
at least rare
song that’s
over my head
finds me coming
up from the creek
rounding in
reflection
as ducks to
their pondwork
all apaddle
a kind of
chainsaw mocking – distance
a nightmare
weight, the road
this day,
mid-garden
in the moss
by lemonfall,
toadstool spread
out to catch
the sun, its colour
playing at the
cold
dismissing
every voice abroad
yet
there’s the old
tangle – intention
accidents plied
a gunshot
and I call that
hate
how else here?
and where to
go?
this is one
edge of the world
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