Saturday, 17 April 2021

 that morning


over the primroses and the headiness of gorse 

a morning sun is warming a basking lizard under

the charm of the may blossom crossing a blue sky

almost blue-bagging your mind in the starched collars

studded with gold over the woollen vest of drying grasses

dew it is heaven here above the bay on a day like no other

can ever be again.


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