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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