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2018, 7*, change, constellations, elm, fields, fire, gale, harvest, hills, letter, night, production, rain, reaping, sheep, sound, stars, sun, thought, time, trees, valley, vista, windows, writing
Dear Pat and John,
and then the rain came
for weeks, now, making
havoc over fields of
trampled trees and
drowned sheep; rain
against the windows
as I write, rain carried
on the gale that
bounds up the valley
gust over gust up and
over the leaden hills;
the window rattles
a log slips, sparks
disperse and resettle
like time; the view
has changed outside:
metal beasts across fields
nodding idiotically, no
further need of pitchforks
under the sun, now just
production, churning
moral thought to mud,
no distribution
where fields of ignorance
lay; last night
the engines switched off
one by one across
the fields and
Pegasus shimmered
gazing long on the
southern elms
standing about
with hands in their pockets
reaping their own
and individual harvest
read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working; “Pat and John” were friends of Mick from his London days, I think; he wrote occasional letters to them talking about the ‘countryside’
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
change wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
hills & sun & thought & time & trees & valley & windows & writing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
night & rain wormhole: river
sound wormhole: Batgirl –
stars wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
