New Home 3
Seagulls of prey continued…
Low loud laughs
Seagulls’ shrieking shire
Continuing calamities coming
Brick built bulgy
Bludgeoned bluff billow
Deeply drilling drain
Overflowing overshadowed ox
Observed object of objectivity
Sputtered saliva scums
Echoing emerging emeralds
Shining sunny spasms
Groaning grooming gulp
Jumping jaywalking Jack
Through thick trees
To the tumbling
Water whispering weeps
Where we walk
With wicked whoop
Spasmodic shrill scream
Circulating church chamber
Where we weep
Sheep’s shivering shawl
Wintry whizzing whiff
We were weak
We were whistle
Dancing during days
Crying charcoal churn
Chisel cut circle
Through tiny timber
Throat turned twist
Towards the trees
Observing our objects
Inconsolable, innocent, inundated
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6 August 2021
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