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                I’ve only just realised
                after so many decades
        that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia

                the weathered brick wall
        so new and even when built
                skirting the back-road High Street car park
                behind the shops
                long abandoned
                broken
        where the tree roots burst the tarmac (cut off now)
                three courses leaning
                dry grass and leaf weed along the reclaimed border
                a whitish bloom growing –
                out of or into? –
                the top course
                in the open air
        sand-dust at the foot cracking avenues along which
                ants travel under
                quivering weed stalks
                leaning from
                out the wall

        same as they ever have same as they ever will

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

air wormhole: after the storm
buddleia & shops wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
lilac wormhole: the edge has come …
realisation & time wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
walls wormhole: thar she perched
white wormhole: ‘the red and white …’

 

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