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'scape, 2013, 8*, age, being, blindness, blue, books, breeze, Carol, contrapuntal, Derbyshire, flies, flying, grass, hill, mating, plants, seeds, shelf, speech, stone
St. Mark’s flies flagpole upwards
with the forelegs hanging down obscene
reaching some height blindly to connect
out from the long-stalk tri-separating up-
to-seeded rounds of pod like acacia what
is it called “‘hogweed’ I-don’t-know-
what-it’s-called-but-goats-love-it-and-
it-makes-them-burp-a-lot”
stones like grouped books on a shelf
some fat enough to stand upright by themselves
some leaning
some fat ones leaning anyway
with twisted spine
various stalks of dried grasses
reach slightly arthritic and
inflexible in the breeze
their seeds spent but ragged contrapuntal
to the distant hill risen
too old to read
too stone-blue to talk with
there and always there
and only there by its lone and ever self
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & breeze wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
blue wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
books wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
Carol wormhole: ‘quick – she’s gone to pay …’
grass wormhole: prospect
speech wormhole: municipal garden
stone wormhole: prelude: // travel
