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further than a murmur
certain like curtains
but not this what
which is where we why
wind her down slow now

winking back
at the moon in the garden
barking back
at the tree’s line work
drawing down the sun

runners in each bean
patient ‘fore the seeding
unfunding yesterdays
focus on the crocus
licking your tulips

singing in springs
waxwings & saddle soap
custard in cans
cobweb feet
cauliflower earlobes

deep green tomorrow
dangle like bats
bow like the low cloud
& clear this morning mist
– err evening’s reborn us

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