Tan Pratonix Poems

Bound by four hard glass walls
The fishes in the glass-tank think:
'We have all
We need - food to eat, water to drink;
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Whose woods these are? Oh, do not mind;
His house is what I left behind.
He will not see me stopping here
Watching his woods fill up with sheer
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Suppose all Facebook accounts were hacked.
(Those on Fakebook are hacks anyway)
That will be the day!
It would be a huge mess.
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I
If I were a Muddlehorse
With a black mane,
I'd be running on a race course
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Suppose I was living on the bank of a river
Where ladies occasionally would come for a ride
In a boat with a friend or relative or lover;
And under the trees (all cosy inside,
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Hands, expressive hands;
The gold bands around your wrists
Make beautiful hands.
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Just those few months of sunshine
Squeezed in by a protracted winter
And a long chilly spring
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The smell of crushed mango leaves
Takes me back to more than forty years ago,
To early schooldays,
When little boys in khaki shorts stand
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From a shock of trees it sifts
in, spreading a black
hush over the water, dims
the grass at her feet tucked
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In this soft night thread
A necklace of stars
And wear it in remembrance
Of moments that never will be.
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