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First snow

first tonguetip flakemelt …..white freckling the blue night so she whirls across the hill …..dances is a blizzard of light …..in this joy of firstness this coming …..was always coming delight or disaster …..welcome it Advertisements

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things I took and things I left

tea by the window watching a blackbird chuck moss clumps from a gutter beakful after beakful dregs the air on West Walk cold bright as minted silver the sea fraying at its lace edges no footprints the colour of that … Continue reading

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Friday afternoon

  the hill is silent         cattle stand like statues in the grass no birds          the light is flat           the sun as hard as brass everything has stopped      roots suck no water from the earth and nothing grows in … Continue reading

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Desert

belly hollow as a spoon throat dust-rasped rocks bake round and brown as loaves want lives in you a high bird wheels then falls to a lizard hooks it back to the indifferent sky the day ticks by heat shimmers … Continue reading

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