This
Is the flight path
Of the butterfly
Wait
Where am I going
Which way
Should I turn; now or next
From leaf to hydrangea
Or statuette to clover
And then away, right away, far away
To leave you at peace
Without foreboding
Under the cloud-covered, smothered sky
Might I then
Once more return briskly
With my friend
By the plant pots
Do you remember
On television
The wooden tops
The flower pot men
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We've talked a lot about micro-climates
About families
In happy times and war
We've thought a lot about
I hesitate and wonder why
The young girl is unhappy
We've broken yolks, had late night talks
We've seen the upside down
Airplane glider
In summer dress we've guessed
Much, or much less
Than all the swollen, fallen lottery numbers
With your manicured road sides
Your private drives
Robins on the wire
Invited words of invitation
A birthday celebration
To make her cry
An elemental elementary micro-climb
Behind those eyes
The blue of deep blue sky
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Aluminium greenhouses
Flat packed with flat glass
Slide along doors
There's hardly room for two
A watering can and aubergine
Tomato plants for mistletoe
Stories of the war
Interviews with the grand-daughter
Time to take a break
Move on from the seagulls overhead
I've lost my thread
There's hardly room for two
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Indifferent to explanation
You were determined to break the code
That of the unbroken glass
The unspoken class
Just because you can see
Does not mean that you can have
Even the meanest dictator
Sometimes missed
While he grabbed
And if the attraction
Is another life of more than simple movement
A fraction of your time, ad infinitum
Must be left to pass
In trust you can see
More than all possessions
Even the smooth sophisticate
So so meekly kissed
While he stabbed
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So many times have I wandered
And now
Sat here, I listen to the soft piano
The pianist adrift
A wake up of wistful, wispy steps
Out and on and through the meadow
Turn slowly, turn over the leaves of tattered paper
The scores of crumpled notes, taken dutifully
Out of the washing basket
Hung there, on the line, in the morning sunshine
With Offenbach
From Life is Beautiful
Knowing that elsewhere
Rivers flow in their own defiance of gravity
Up and down the undulating lawns
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