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7*, bridge, clouds, eyes, grass, grey, ground, leaves, light, mist, music, passing, rain, roads, silver, sound, starlings, sun, time, trees, water, writing
sooner;
occasional sun broke through
splashed watery light on the road
on the bridge gazing on the waters
the flow caught the eye upwards
while the music scented of
mist through the trees
(grey light and silver hung
without movement in
folds) until
raindrops drummed upon our capes;
and later – jotting
in the note-book – each blade of grass
suspending a drop
(pearls waiting on the
clothes-line for the starling’s quickfeet),
then, when
my sleeve touched a leaf
and three drops merged and rolled down
into the soil down
through the years, there where
clouds draw scent from the land, there,
when a spark of light jabbed
into my eye
bright as solid substance cupped
within a lupin leaf
read the collected work of ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]‘ as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Rain
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bridge & leaves & mist & rain & roads & silver & writing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Rain
clouds & eyes & grey & passing & sound & sun & time wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – The Valley
light wormhole: light of all interaction
music wormhole: c’mon – keep up
trees wormhole: Candaka
water wormhole: boiled spangle with soft centre
mlewisredford 
Oh, yes. This one speaks to me. Perhaps I let this one seep in.
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… ‘must be a hole in your cape
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I have a fondness for rain, not so much tears.
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agreed, although sometimes I wish tears would actually fall
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Pure gold, the whole thing.
But I must share my favorite lines here:
‘in the note-book – each blade of grass
suspending a drop
(pearls waiting on the
clothes-line for the starling’s quickfeet),’
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