For F. I. ( Milly DePaw)
descend    into the morning tea tree
bulbuls  shatter  any
truce I might have made
with daylight    and the upright
time   I call you  
let the yarn  repair  what
wood and steel and screens have scraped
I
don’t know how people live too far from the sensations of the sky
your mountains  and my sea  walk
distance    our between   find   time finds 
us   unstrained by looking out    beside 
our trees  to speak of dogs  
the night
before    the
sweetness of the sky
 
Lovely x
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