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in a patch
the
pumpkin and the poem
chased
around a rhyme
all
vine connecting
like
roots above the ground
rolled
the thing around between
took
water on, took sun
and
tendril delicate
drilling
down
raising
cup to lip
one
pebble round
the
other clod
seasons
equally in each
and
neither quite a world
took
along the noted stave
by
inches no one saw
both
spotted, striped
pocked
here and there
one
open book, one heart of seed
flowers
all forget
the
insect of the visit
the
struggle was to rise
bounce
back
from
a wilt, won’t we?
told
themselves
till
licked for light
crust
of skin
and
cut to quick
you
can cook it all
had
a swim in the thing
but
which?
each
truth to deal
to
share
to
know, to love
consume
whet appetite d
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