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'scape, 2013, 7*, Bakewell, branches, breath, building, bus, cars, child, clouds, coach, finials, garden, green, grey, hearing, morning, parent, passing, pigeons, pink, roses, speech, traffic, trees, voices
municipal garden
pigeons along the ledge
below the finials of the municipal building
heads collapsed down into their shoulders
the grey clouds convene
from all across the morning
the hangdown branches variously shuffle
the municipal dustcarts and buses –
sorry not in service –
the livestock carriers the plant carriers
and the coaches
make their careful turn across the
mini-roundabout
and all the cars cannot be seen but
are heard behind
the long screen of pink rose bushes
constantly
‘can we go on the grass?’, ‘no’,
inevitable as the next breath ‘why?’
upturn voice ‘because you’re not allowed’ …
… ‘why is it so green?’ the pigeons
flock variously down to under the trees
forming perfect rounds of pecking heads
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
branches wormhole: ssreet chak-chak
breath wormhole: just saying, is all VIII: keeping up toxic appearences
bus wormhole: 1968
cars wormhole: Luton // couldn’t make a poem out of it
child wormhole: ‘quick – she’s gone to pay …’
clouds & garden & green & morning & trees wormhole: garden
grey wormhole: handsome
passing wormhole: walk from Castleton to Hope
pigeons wormhole: embodying
pink wormhole: the skyline
speech wormhole: mother and daughter
voices wormhole: singsong chant
mlewisredford 