wild fire
such a dark heart lies
within you
...
seeds of sleep,
your green stem
feeds you, bleeds
on its own
bloody colour
...
yet outside grows
light
and
mild
and
dreaming of nothing.
Blue Lines, 1916
one stands tall,
the other is a bent leg
...
one or two storks
standing
...
in the wet, purple shadow
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