Wave don’t clown

This one minute, sat without a worry

About where the next minute will be

Although soon to be there, no worry

The pile of tick- tock cycles

A pyramid, or fire stack, interwoven

Interlocked, tick-tock, tick-tock

Pendulum, pendulum

Once again around the block

Pendulum, tick-tock

This one minute, sat as you say goodbye

Why, where will the next moment be

Although soon to be there will I

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Is it

The journey or the place

Being with you

Or not to know how it is

In any other

To be going

Or to be still

With you

Among daft smiles

Window cill, daffodil

Out to the wisteria

Under

And over

The thickened

Twisted branches

This chance lasted

Or began again

Not to show how it is

In any other

But to see

Openness and stillness

With you

Among, as we laughed awhile

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On thinking of Willoughby Creek

Would that it should come to this

The tingle of the ill fitted skin

Rattles of roughened blood

Always at the junction

By the flat stood toes

The battle of

Does it matter anymore

Or

Fearful of misrepresentation

The footsteps on the shore

The blue sky with shiny

Silver cloud

Morning

Of sweet separation

Of what I could not know

The loud exhaust

And skin tight muffler

Laid, by who knows atop the radiator

Always at the window

As by the fast flood goes

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Before or ever after

A chink of southern sky

Scattered oranges

I slowly pass on passing by

Still leaves

Hang without a dream

Here with the daybreak

Before the whirlwind’s uprising

Flickers or ever truly starts

A chink of the me oh my

Matters not; the drink

Or the potted jelly

With the dishes

In the sink

Wilful light

Downcasts on the shapes

I mean here and as we wake

Before the collection

Or the inspection of moving parts

A chink of happy sighs

Flattered lemons

Near on and almost nigh

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It’s been a game up to now

A walk in the park

A breeze

Your letter changes all that

The new nights in the dark

With flared bare trees tall and stark

Am I up to this

Have I got the mettle

Will I stay, say, may I even settle

You said I would not be here

Otherwise

No, let’s not go there

The words of good

They should come from everywhere

That first Christmas football

All of life is for fun for me

Quite happy, quiet, loud

Unconditionally free

Your handbook changes all of that

The new reality wanders in, she dawns

With scared dare knees she spawns

Can I make it

Shall I forge and fettle

Will I stay, say, I may even settle

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