a springboard
at the eastmost
lake from tramway
round about
midway to shrub-
beries — you do
handstands or your
toes — some of 12
nowadays hide
their hands behind
in feather pockets
windy days —
fedoras blow two
shades of blue
one third the lake —
what to do — hold true,
jumpers float &
bermudas could
use suspenders —
candy cotton hose
I like it esp. ‘candy cotton hose.
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better than gumshoes
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Land Marked Terrain I. What is the difference in a kiss And ocean waves? What stands between hesitant light And moves under snow? Can allowance of flight reveal What smiles in a doorway? Are winds circling, splashing The color of laughter? Whose whisper walks the stair Watching the intimacies of walls? Does a hand take the measure of red trees Shaking reticence into a blue sleep? How is a place of what is not there Change shapes to be seen? When will words grow, become mountains Cascading under a moon that translates How longing waits?
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This is a post, not a comment; what’s it doing here(? ?You know I sent you 2?(inabox at home))
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I just thought I’d send it. It’s part of series quite different from most of my stuff-thought you might get a kick out of. Apologies if I’ve overstepped some sort of boundary. KB
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No boundaries for you. They’re borne relations to home; but set these as a post, for other points of view.
I’ll try another route & soon. What of the two, did they go snailback?
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