Mill Field Poems

To wheeling comets, solar flares,
Invisible galactic forces externally vulnerable.

To flood, famine, pestilence
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Soft sounds and furtive rustlings of a dark night;
The bats are feeding.

Morning displays, on silent pathways,
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If I was you
And you were me,
Would you be me
And I be you
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Ants -
What perfection of form;
What perfection of body parts;
What perfection of minuteness;
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Preceeded by her corps de ballet,
The moon makes graceful entrance on the stage of night;
She pirouettes and peeps across the arc of heaven
Searching for her lover;
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With unpremeditated intensity the blue sky darkens into heavy, threatening grey;

Wind makes the trees restless then whips them into a frenzy of whirling leaf and bending bough;
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