Wendy,
It was disconcerting,
on my first meeting
the stranger who became
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(for Natalie Toft)
Hawthorn berries glow,
Acorns and walnuts drop.
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I lived for years in a deep dark cave
Where the flowers never grew.
Then I moved here to the world’s end
Where the screaming seagulls flew.
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Even while I lay in the sun
I remembered Winter’s threat
and frozen tears.
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We have whispered in this quiet peace.
The full moon’s in the South.
Exploration. Long, slow, unhurried,
Across smooth rolling hills and valleys.
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He saw the flash in storm clouds,
measured the time to the sound,
the number of falling raindrops
on an area of ground.
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He sat beside me
drawn into futility:
conversation,
gestures,
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Everyone has mirrored walls.
Visitors see images,
Guess at depth and distance,
Form their own reality
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