Liberated from arranging
phrases, a proof
exhibits a car park: awning
to dilute the sun.
Perforated destination —
registered offices,
constituent nano-
particles — it tasks you
to hand over your life.
How could we ever doubt
the complexity
and depth of affection?
Some weeks the street sweeper
won’t come through
where we visit less
frequently now, but we heard
its swish and scrape in its prime —
fear stirred, irony
roused. At the crossroads
below the Scarp, smoke-
pall to alter a lesson, art
materials within reach, unused.
.
John Kinsella
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