Wednesday, March 17, 2010

at last to meet sir wooled royal wulff

half lensed and eyeing the dotterings
standing between the canal walls

and off through a passage to find what i had heard in a filmic sound

on the tune of a fiddle for the while it poured

and then around a bend
to pick some flowers in a green

and lay for a while

pondering what the cobbles had said

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