| jec - solo tan-renga |
sweetly
now |
the song of the pipit |
lifts
me |
from the city |
.r |
silent
gulls |
traverse |
the
boundaries of the sky |
curling
away |
towards infinity |
fresh |
lichen and rust |
.r |
the
rabbit |
snuggles down .inside her jacket |
at
my back |
the sunset |
and
the slow wave of the city |
breaks |
.r |
blowing
free |
the grey hairs .bid goodbye to me |
grim |
I plough on through the snow |
gaining
ground |
on the man in front |
.r |
Celt
and Saxon |
both |
| twisted in this hawthorn |
the
owner |
having long since left |
half
a rib cage |
in the grass |
.r |
|
winter
sunlight |
grazes .the emerald green |
comparative
religion |
left us |
greying |
at the temples |
.r |
my
little girl |
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