Clare
piloted us
through
Clare blue skies
all
the way Clare from Broome
to
Mulan today,
and
before we flew
she
spoke to us with Clarity
about
that old inflatable vest
and
how to bob about
in
a deep Clare sea blowing
a
whistle if it came to that.
It
didn’t come to that.
The
skies were Clare and
Clare
was in control.
It
was as if we had no Clares
in
the world but this Clare
who
could eat her lunch
from
her lap while flying
her
Claravan straight through
the
Clare Clare day for us.
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