Fleeting moments and tube extruders

Almost too warm for the flowers
For instance the primrose
Whose paper thin - even thinner
Leaves populated by tiny
Specks of black bits moving

The tiniest of invaders
Alive on the dying leaf
By evening a new pod
If that is the name
Evades the upright shoots

Anyhow
The chair is broken
Overweight
And none too delicate
In the sitting

The tubular frame
Closed in on itself
It's core only of air
Offered so very
Little resistance

Back to the foundry
Back to the tube extruder
Back to the drawing board
Or the miscalculating computer

The evening primrose
Will open, around sunset
You remember the girls
Chasing round the garden

Once and again to capture
Your dubious desires
In a mind of fleeting moments
To capture natures beauty
There to be in beauty
Beside the broken chair



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