For F. I. ( Milly DePaw)
descend into the morning tea tree
bulbuls shatter any
truce I might have made
with daylight and the upright
time I call you
let the yarn repair what
wood and steel and screens have scraped
I
don’t know how people live too far from the sensations of the sky
your mountains and my sea walk
distance our between find time finds
us unstrained by looking out beside
our trees to speak of dogs
the night
before the
sweetness of the sky
Lovely x
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