what is this here? nestled in my arms walking the dog is like a mime dragging a rope along the council footpath and the neighbours, mostly kind pouring the dandelion wine filling a box with thistle pies and white peach stars
and it gets dark sometimes working in a mine filling a trough of sediment knobbly mounds of diamond and blood black stone waiting for a whistle cry watching a speckle breasted bird a ribcage through a lens of earth
on a sunday you were mine the orange morning curls bringing the teacake to my lap filling a cup with peppermint and clover pearl as we step into the light shaking the sugar from our coats noticing where the woolly thyme has grown in spurts
and though the walls grow damp and yes they look diseased and strange I hang tapestries, marble frames I think that I do so for you
one day I will go underground tell the master I have got a lead somewhere a kitchen or a dock punch the clock and prime the cart I wonder what a diamond weighs nestled in a pocket of earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
