Sonnet (Sunday) revised
words won’t come
it happens
(meaning it don’t
voices from the garden over the road
(would you call a boy "Armani"?)
tomatoes, garlic,
onion and Olive oil
summer lunch
this garden is so full of flowers the names of which I
do not know
“a line you sometimes use
not to draw a likeness …
… but to find out what it is one sees”
pot pink prawn
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