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                     in the park by the water
                     in the mist through
                     railings and sun

                     young trees in the grass by a
                     hill of mud and rubble
                     not yet turfed

                           one day
                           in 1956

                     his chin reared one way his
                     tie pulled aside and his
                     collar opened up


possible recursor to bass slap where and when the trees were not yet that strongly rooted …




mist wormhole: being in love – poewieview #26
morning wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
opening wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
park wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
society wormhole: listen willya
sun wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Bowl of Gourds
trees wormhole: tired
water wormhole: inbreath