August 2012 – Page 11

the date o’ that a spool & cairn there, that character, & land alee

as bookmar t’hence, no time > fallow, & now as then lie reeds & glens

o’er Iron’s build a mote as town is, from hence ashore, & sure o’ that

the earish lad, @ once m’ladies, begin again among the stones, the water’s ripe

and julianne across equators a hill- side stand the other shore & there & then