She finds her beauty in the painter’s eye
There by the water butt & the buzzing fly
Twisted bark and washing lines
Drying out the nearly nigh on summer
Starched collars and double cuffs
A uniform to bluff the chuffs you must
Just now and then disapprove of
A lazy space; a place to phase
A future resurrection, a collection filed under
Imperfect words, absurd to think that they
Make you smile, while all the while
The workmen wonder
Thunder rolls, ramblers stroll
All for the love of someone East of Clumber
Right on mountains, with fountains
To the sea, through the waterfalls
Seats in the operatic stalls
Hold all the calls
For then you’ll see
The mown grass
The fir pined tree
The painter man - and me
This poem is from the pamphlet Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
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