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Our garden is a jetty for my ship
That sits asleep on dream and lawn and teas On seeds and bees on post and pens that lift The ship a skim of daisy silk the sea.
I lie inside my sky through lidded eyes Happy adrift past spades and forks and trays Starfish decked with tar I look a prize
A sea-space monster with balaclava face. Then I strike a rock of trailing white Surf-like the pretty petals push me under Flat against the turf they drown the light
Black balaclava monster now all asunder. Mother’s face crowned in mermaid red Swimming to the August sun for cake I’m led.
January 7, 2015