Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Allotment

smell of cows, sweetpea, whispers of rain

the dark juicy blood of blackberries on my hands

somewhere in the distance, on the wind, the Minster bells

divinely animal

the clouds rush, but I tarry

flittering blackbirds, lithe cat with onyx fur, swallows play fast and loose and ride the air just for fun

gravel, earth and stone, soft grass and low hedges

neighbor greets the sunset with a weary eye

creaking gate, beyond that -

life.

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