stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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fog
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Saturday, 15 November 2014
Fifteenth of the month
Not a quadruplicate of babies' skulls
November coloured
eyes and mouths rehearsing Christmas carols
e’en as they lay, battered in the gutter
but an egg carton, fog-sodden and forlorn
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Momentary visual dislocation
Slightly late arising
and a shock to see November fog
at a fourth of August dawn.
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