linda jenkinson

A special breath has been whispering
Around my neck of late-
Some breezes cool us on hot days
Evaporate our accumulated heats.
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There was a certain air about her.
She exhaled it in deeply measured stutters as
I watched her weave her way through the raindrops
Harbour bound.
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It's not a nunnery I need
It's a secular minaret.
I would have to go down
To play the marionette occasionally
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This world has become quite mad
And is running screaming
Towards banality.
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The bed of our stretch of the beck was
Summer shallow and swift moving.
It thought it was a brook sometimes
A rocky pebbled frolic that
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Run your thumb along my jugular
Your finger along my spine
Lest I forget
The size of a perfect sky.
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for cesar


Still holding the glow of last summer
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He speaks his language in a soft tongue and voice
His alphabet undecipherable
Yet nothing guttural gutters forth to my ear
No words I cannot bear to hear-
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During a night in an expected car
I saw how far a long friendship
Can hit.
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On my knees of delight holding tight
To the sight of all the English colours
The sweetest named peas march before me...
All named historically.
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Give me sparkling new air and rainbows
A deep blue ocean that I can swim in
Green grass and trees that shadow with ease
Pass me that full bodied red.
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No appeasements.
We know lost loves.
Right into the old places.
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If we can now regenerate several parts ourselves
Will we always know what's new?
Will my new bladder remember old habits
And leak when I laugh too hard?
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Gone shouted echoed back empty
Here and there are voices contained.

Murmured gethsemanes
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Come and talk to me
As I sit on the naughty chair.
I seem to be surrounded by nannies.
They do not yield sweet milk.
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There is a certain amount not known
Who would want to weigh it?
Who wants to peek around static mountains corners
Forever?
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