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look
up
best line of sight
with a little mist from anywhere
dew set in a shaft
to catch the right angle
things fall to a first sun
hear the creak high up
the chatter piles on like leaves then
and there are birds nag till they're sheep
when no water runs
in the turns of the track
in the line of the roof
the way the twig bends to the breeze
all these definite articles
strange signs
as if I were foreshadowed
one doesn't remember much of course
but it's the words and the way things are held
like a look in your eye or any old love beam
by the light of which I know
I dreamt a lot to be here
I dreamt a long long way
takes so little time to vanish
an instant gone
because we've n/ever been before
and n/ever come again

love the feeling of a map in your words and the expansive image
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the way you bring us right into the place and the moment. It feels like I am revisiting though I haven't been there
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