#2434 -- another perfect day in the afterlife

 

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31.viii.26

another perfect day in the afterlife

 

I have a garden in mind

and wilder

afoot in woods and ways

 

at oars

effortless

expect the flimsy

 

all other days here uncontained

 

a picnic

and the picnic games

well wafted if we’re here

 

sunshone afternoon, a dapple

and a shimmer

a glimmer of what was

 

by the great oak

by the plane

at the fountain

 

it’s every ghost asks ‘am I here?’

 

none of this ever ends

 

there’s a statue of myself

all hands on deck to shape

 

I will vanish from the all

just so to be remembered

 

it’s all in your head, you know

 

we’re deep down in the book