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everybody came in
out
of the rain
all
misted down
the
out-there
dark
of a window won
cows
stood round of course
complaining
music
sat in a chair
kicked
back
and
I could hear the creek
fur
came
whiskers,
wings
and
more legs
the
ponderous and the posers
ideas
abandoned
and
an outer world
to
flicker in the cave
insectivorous
verandaration
all
awash
we
were trying out for an Ark
all
suitcases and relatives
hopes
of a place in the sun
each
of them wanting a name
they
came with the skills of another place
all
of us under glass
ran
round till naked
it
was summer still
but
you could see out
we
had parlour games --
chase
the spider
poison
rat
spray
the yet-to-name
what
sports!
they'd
play along
and
gasp their last
and
after
o
such happy trees
all
of us looking up
to
the business blue
of
a sky for these parts
then
run
so the rain won't catch you
sweep
it out the door
sing
where the sun even now stands waiting
just
to be shone some more
Ha! What a beauty...
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