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Since reluctant waking broke me
From my agreeable bed, a lengthy time
Has lapsed, seems like it’s not lazy to snooze
Here in the shade of this blaze, it’s earned
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Kicked back to full recline
I do not slide all the way into sleep
My eyes rest. I hear dog panting
From the shelter of the pallet table
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Mr talks to the cat; he gets bored
Being prone. He takes his rest pottering
About, looking things over, checking if
He should water the tub plants, indecisive
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It transpires that the hosepipe is handy
Mr will bring a shower to the tub flowers
And the damp earth will smell
Delicious to me, like a forest floor
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I am averse but restless
To unpack myself from this
Webbed chair-bed, fabric print
On my bared legs itches
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Back to the field, with the barrow
And the chainsaw, sweat-damp
Floaty in the haze, everything has
A little illusiveness to it
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Sun fire makes a shimmer that
Somehow has this scene looking
As though we are all underwater
Leaves move in breezes like seaweed
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We are colourful fish in the squared
Green-field aquarium, caught in the day’s
Delirium, dog zips like a tetra, we are
More languorous, smoothly moving
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Enjoying the press of the humidity
We choose a branch that hangs low over
The buckled roof of the old sheep-shelter
Park up the wheelbarrow
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We pause to plot, to pick out
The best angle for cleaving branch
From tree, which spot to stack new logs
Where to stock up the slim kindling twigs
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