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2013, 4*, childhood, city, Eglinton Hill, flowers, garden, ground, Plumstead, smell, speech, weeds
lost and city ground
ah, the weeds and wildflowers
overgrown and gummy
in the ground smells just a little
acrid before ‘come in from
the garden, dear, you’ll get
all dirty; it’s dinner soon’
written in response to one of my favourite bloggers who … hasn’t for more than three years now: https://dimsumhearts.wordpress.com/2011/02/26/be-an-architect/
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childhood & Eglinton Hill wormhole: to rescue something
city wormhole: 1968
garden wormhole: within
Plumstead wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
smell wormhole: the // orange rose
speech wormhole: Salisbury Cathedral // suspended in everything
I’m now missing that blogger, too.
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she was unusually good
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You’re responsibly spreading missing like the plague.
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maybe we’ll all find the cure
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