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Jan 2017
Light thieves transparently
upon these windows now:

Now clouds migrate
and birches bow into the bowing fields of night

where night and dearth conspire
to fulminate this widowhood,

wild as the smouldering eyes
of the angry child, surprised by the fertile god

that taints the shoot
before the seed has travelled from the root.
from "Poems People Liked (2)"
Jonathan Finch
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Jonathan Finch  Thailand
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