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In vases on the veranda

pale blossoms of the shadow

the fragilities

once desirable gems

now lost in

the first signs of mouldering decay


overgrown


the woodbines willing side-scenes

over lustrous summerthought's textures

and in the garden's stairs

a frozen ortoceratit in waiting


silent


dutch red currant bush songs

along the snail's path

where only the pitchfork's handle

speaks out in human range


memory's


fragile mosaics

form struggles of the bossom

at the white gate's continuance

towards that which is not...


(Patrique 17/08/09)

LPWJ 21/08/09