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so far we have read the rules
in black and white
in print

meanwhile others translate them in different colours

i read your poetry in the rain
liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning

evolving gradually
early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual
and maybe, and probably
i cannot fix it
so will look after it
admire it daily
unless it rains

james
comes a differing hue

with duck egg blue

the ironmongers in town

at one seventy nine
drawing the child with found fabrics

watching the marks come good, no dots
intended

yet they came
without warning
asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts

ghosts of humans
when we are gone
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