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'scape, 2013, 6*, air, bramble, brown, conifer, death, disappearance, grass, green, hedge, looking, mauve, pink, plants, rain, shadow, shamatha, sitting, vipashyana, wind, windscreen, yellow
on sitting
in front of
a hedge
there’s nothing to see
at first, but you keep sitting
and looking, well there are
colourful plants rising behind
dusky pink and mauve and yellow
conifer-tops beyond
no, stay looking at the hedge
OK well the rain switter’s across
the windscreen veining vaguely within the arched wiper zones
slowly obscuring and reflecting
the hedge away
still, keep looking at the hedge
movements of the wind shift the
grasses grown tall and the hanging
bramble stem obscene and reaching for advantage
probing air
no, the hedge, the hedge
has been cut
during the last month
some sort of bindweed growing up through it
in patches hairy new-growth rilled along the top
OK, not finished, keep looking
and new-green creeping out the edges
of the oldgreen and shadow navels other shapes
stark and clearer because they
have turned caramac brown and have
strangely
died
alright now, time’s up
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air & brown wormhole: emerged
death wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
green & yellow wormhole: no hat
hedge wormhole: prologue
looking wormhole: titanic
mauve wormhole: moon
pink wormhole: there
rain wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’
shadow wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
sitting wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
wind wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
windscreen wormhole: Seaford / 280310
mlewisredford 
Not true…something is new under the sun. Unique perspective, Mark!
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thank you
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My God Man!! How many times have I had this verisimilar experience?! Only in my case it’s standing and it’s not a hedge but the curb-stone across the street and there’s always a car that drives by and wants to take the eyes with it or a little brown sparrow comes a-hoppin’ by and I SWEAR it’s looking at ME, saying’, “What’r’ YOU doin’?” and cockin’ its little brown head or a passer-by on their way to the store for smokes or a six-pack or some groceries or I wonder WHAT they’re goin’ to the store for! –It’s always the the periphery the peripheral creepin’ in and eye go wanderin’ off after it and I don’t MIND at all if I do as well might as well mightn’t I?
Whew! Lawdy, but it’s hard sometimes….the curb-stone, the curb-stone–just the curb-stone!
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curbs and hedges – the eternal boundaries between living and not living
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