at the end of the day
sunlight over
the rooftops
flick
past my window
a sparrow
weaves and dives
into the scuddy grey
getting
nowhere
then
smoke
from a chimney
blown
down the
roof at one side
then
the
other
rolling
over
the edge
then
disappearing
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
grey wormhole: grey and yellow
rooftops wormhole: the Bat-parent
sky & windows wormhole: comicbook morning
smoke wormhole: ‘”… during all of my lives …”‘
sun wormhole: ‘sunlight …’
wind wormhole: pylon on the hill
I moved my head as I read. great dynamism
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it gives great reassurance when people notice most particular things in ones work – thank you so much; and thank you for digging back into the archive
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