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Dec 2014
tommorrow
i travel backwards
again
to the town of my sculpting

hard cold mountain edged
meeting the silent lament
of the grieving sea....

small minded mercies
given in pious charity
heart of salt, ****** fruit...
made the clarifying  fast
made the chill last....

grew the best apricots
i  ever tasted on the downside hill of the local
necropolis......
yet the single cherry in our yard....never gave a lonesome globe....

and the timber jinkers sang my soul to sleep....
rested for the days next burden.... and the hard chip-
chipping of the sculptors hand against my marble heart....
heading back to a family funeral.....
the town i grew up in was a parochial place....made my life as a teen...hardwork.
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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