Friday, February 27, 2004

oh but you did

from the sequence theseecstasies



winter by the time you read this I will be

writing “this” left over in the spare laburnum the

strain for gold exhausts the day by four four o’clock

drifting my companions are drifting by me the rush coloured

clouds show up what was in any case never inevitable because

we all hold onto it in common if you want me to

my feelings run up to yours like a barely labrador a

quick sieve through all this so called “chaff” turned up some “nuggets”

but also the sensing of a direction into which I soon will be gone.


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