Friday, 31 May 2019

Airtight

The trees, phased piles and watered chafes,
Storey up foliage falling for the bud.
The dogs, fast wide-eyed, dozens of shapes
Traverse the green course, day of grass and mud.
Airtight in our skins, the obvious plan
To visit the parklands to talk in the sun
Turns to rain sprinkle chases, to understand
Limits of our reach. What’s done and undone.
The utmost of the sky cloud blue spiral
Is uppermost to our recall and sight,
Upright and walking, making words a pivot.
No business but ours, learning the planet.
Airtight waterproofed down-to-earth types
We live on atmosphere. No fear, at all.

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