Mark. A Heathcote Poems

How did a bird, all the colours
In a rainbow, come to find us.
How was she discovered, brothers?
Wonders - my love, is this for us?
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a violent storm
has left a damn I cross
until the next storm
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camellias
in a blue vase reaching
astral plains
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immigration law
in the USA through the—
barrel of a gun
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Her workbench is a tale of art.
Brushes of every size lay in wait.
She says it's heaven to spoil herself.
Paint, pamper and decorate.
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Her Stetson apparel had taken her thus far.
Oh, how she wishes she were a cinnabar moth.
An eye-dazzling beauty wearing silken red cloth
Black heels - rather than the protocol
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With bottle tops and a watch strap woven in her hair
She's an enchantress; she's a witchy affair.

Her full lips pout, pushing forward and blushing gold.
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captivating joy

dancing on the rooftops
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I am the leaves of a tree.
I am Aspen whispering about you.
Because I've nothing better to do
I spread my gold dappled leaves over you.
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I sat beneath a huge tree.
Its shape and size shaded me.
As if I were its seedling
In search of nourishment
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