POEM-Solpemumopp
In standing still
with the crackling smile of bricks
slung river melting off
and all the various pretendings beside.
Laughs drunk up from the grass
little thunders of these slow shoes
all going away from the main
thing that trips out
like a hyper robber
late or early when crows cry
and all the things to think climb their ladders.
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Wednesday, 27th July
