stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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Saturday, 31 August 2013
6.30, last sunrise of August
Mile-high plane scratches two-inch white line
across a perfect gold-fade-through-pearl-to-palest blue
morning sky
Oh to be sat in its cockpit!
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