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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