When the hoop chased the ball
and scooped it like a fish
again and again
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That sweet peaceable life
just out of reach
Living in the country in the city
bird on the roof
weed in the crack
clay in the brick
seed in the mind
Please, please, beating heart of the world
I am sunk like sorrow
Classic bullets
plunge mercifully
into marshmallow chests.
Hearts push daisies
in peaceful reply.
Night rider
Pushing and dragging circles of light
This is not an oak tree
It’s not the Eucharist either.
They’re both hanging in a gallery in London.
(Hat tip: Klaas de Groot.)
That the innocent nest builder
too might be
an emblem of darkness
is a seedy seeing
unseemly to me
pulling at my own
precious house
You had your twilight zones
Where the train went in circles
And
longer than &
but not so long as
ampersand
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