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                                after a night
                                              of no electricity where
                                              the carpets seemed like floorboards
                                                              and we snuggled together in bed

                                                              sunny morning

                                high high in the sky
                a wide band of cirrus cloud
                                allows the whole world
                                              to move its rooftops beneath it

                                                              more direct
                                a jet trail cuts into it – no
                                                              above it –
                drifting at fifty miles an hour
                                              I look back into my book
                                then glance back out at the poem

                                the cloud
                has magnified as it settles behind
                                              the rooftops chimneys the treetops
                                the jet trail nowhere to be seen
                                                              I’m sure I’d noticed it




attention & sky wormhole: whirlpool
bedroom & morning & writing wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
chimney wormhole: deepening with each step
clouds wormhole: Vajrapani
floorboards wormhole: 1963
nnight wormhole: oh-pen
poetry wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
rooftops wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap
sleep & world wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
sun & trees wormhole: oh-pen too