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on the bright side
here I am
here's light to let in
all the yet to do
and all the yet to be
all good
much thanks
not to mention
how far I've come
and here's what I have to get on with
these little failures of the machine
'nobody died' – they say
but that can't have true for long
still the sun
takes up its summer
and here's a cloud tucked under
where the garden prays for rain
and so the colours come
on the bright side
where the light lets in
at a price I can afford
all unbidden
the music comes
as if a neighbour knew
a march
a minuet
a pose struck for my statue
best medicine
this laughter
at
for
all
by
myself
and staring down the barrel
how a tunnel's end brings light
things truly lost
won't bother again
here's hindsight
and you see
it was all
a warmup
mid-field
one does a pirouette
go on
in ordure
know the nose works well
and where the light gets in
under the cloud of flies
the sun shines steaming
into the cowpat
it is shaped in elaborate ways
the artist could only emulate
minutely detailed
creviced, much travelled
where the ants take down
and soon
and so soon
gone
nothing to say
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