yesterday was spent
with a lovely sea-shell girl:
today must be worse
small city Twilight
of ecstacy and terror:
dark forest mountains
Apollo's returned
to shine on crow and farmer:
even more on poets
This little city
of trees, birds, cars and street-lights
moss and silicon
Flowers are to poems
as wrenches are to sand-paintings:
gloried wastes of time
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