619
in
my pockets
grazing
and a tractor at it
so much ocean view
handkerchief
half a lunch
worms and snakes
dragon bits
wings off
and a ladder down there
other worlds call
there’s music
it’s as if a star had fallen
and there are pictures of us all
coin of the emperors lost to time
nothing you could spend today
make me a toy
trucks rattle and roar
there’s a couple of tricks I won’t tell
all heavenly bodies
and breakfast left over
something for dinner as well
all the underthings
ages to come
are pocketed in there
the map
and the secret formula
stone shone by hand
from a beach far gone
keys
that must mean home
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