two installations, the old garden,
blue bells, wild garlic fuelling the air.
rain soaked, watcing the rooks nest
high at rosemundy, falling backwards
woke to find just a dream.
the doves
were plaster.
rosemundy.
sbm.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
two installations, the old garden,
blue bells, wild garlic fuelling the air.
rain soaked, watcing the rooks nest
high at rosemundy, falling backwards
woke to find just a dream.
the doves
were plaster.
rosemundy.
sbm.
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