Out in a shirt in the mundane day -
two corkscrewing contrails have scarved the arch of sky.
Auspicious dreams caulked my seams:
everyone did what they were meant to do.
Tangles of boughs today have more flair and dignity
and certainly birds know their own business.
If there are pieces missing from the jigsaw,
we will not know it or care
till the trays are nearly cleared
and Laurel and Hardy are searching our carpets.
The lobes of cumuli are air-headed brains,
each self-similarity blessed with The Shining,
communicating with neither words nor thoughts,
linked in their essential forms by current events.
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February And Beyond
PoetryThis ark will take me through to springtime - 'the pretty pretty ring time'.
