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HAILING SUMMER
smell of grass stirring
the building grey of what's to fall
from days away begins
smell of the sky
and its hanging on hands
just symptoms
smell of grass stirs green
as river swaying out of tune
swelled with a rise of sky
and felled for it
sung for the cadences
caught electric
a southerly
out of the north-west at first
and then this falling all at once
the same cast comes again again
stretches, falls, it panders, preys
finally spent in its purpose, forgets
how much bigger than
loose grip of words
smell of grass stirred
summer rots
a rat in the old house
noses instinct
out of those walls
till fly and ant knock off
this is the idyll
here's the nail bent
horse shoe falling
half way to hell
pale brute heightenings of summer hail
stench of road kill brewed
and hail
the soak of sky I know for mine
fall of feet one way, again
all the unanchored and unseen
between of us somehow
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