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in
frogloud spring
(second
attempt)
be
bird
and
sing first thing
or
sometimes bark
be
winged
fly
pup
and
pluck at harp
all
paws for
howsabout
a sea
or
at least
have
river run
winds
tall
all
bee begun
and
hide in foliage
just
have to swoon
hill
high with view
it’s
even so when sunshine says
when
day is freckled forth to live
trickle
of sweat
and
you think to get wet
next
door
hear
hammer
they’re
building too
we’re
paddocks apart
the
hour makes an attempt on us
and
I hear blowfly buzz
then
everything is green because
it
simply can’t remember
will
I bake on
or
will I wash?
inside
of spring
a
story telling
all
little echoes to it
dry
and
I hear trickle
sap
rise
great
mulberration!
when
beaks won’t wait for ripe
just
let the words be brought to mind
here
are my old friends
music
just
let the words away
somewhere
the picture of me says
at a
stretch
sun
settles here
and
fades the thing
leave
wood for a further winter
it’s
in spring
I
come out of my book
now
leaves are fire
waiting
on spark
and
we could all go up
ants
say
looks
like rain
but
won’t
air’s
alive with cousins
I
gather all in a last age here
run
to mysteries myself
the
children of laughter are all a panic
bleed
heart to see them so
then
won’t you sombre say to me
is
any season rote?
is
there a book where all spring’s told?
where
the all day garden’s
just
as sung
no
never
but
we jam
I
wonder then where I was when
and
if question leaves a mark
Every time!
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