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veranda-ish
in the magnificence
loll
call seasons to me
sit for some
listen up for neighbour birds
and lesser wings
(clouds of the nameless
gather round)
wear a tin hat
for the weather
be by the view taken
have my portrait here
by perch precarious
sway twig to tip
and all a chat sung branch to
life vicarious
when something sweet rots on the breeze
then let's say summer
veranda is
the place declaiming
all garden in attendance under
dutiful, if barefaced bold
there's always a song to come
strings ready
lessons in every atom bent
but not for now, not today
here now far beyond the stars
the ancient telescope leans
corner webbed 'cause spider was
python will be
all things considered
later beer might
but for the moment
biscuit, tea
my favourite space :)
ReplyDeleteit's a wonder we don't bump into each other out there
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