stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Husband insists
Given the choice between racket and petrol-ly smell
or daisies and damp-holding clumpage
harbouring half-rotten plums and black-spotted sycamore leaves
I know what I prefer.
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