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Vigil
Vigil
Now you are gone
your small perfections inveigle me:
curve of your eye-lid closed in sleep
widens to my horizon.
Sleepless
I used to watch those pupils move,
shifting...
Earthed
Not precisely, like a pylon or
A pop-up toaster, but in a general
Way, stuck in the mud.
Not budding out of it like gipsies,
Laundry lashed to a signpost, dieting on
Nettles and hedgehogs...
Amber
Coveted week after week on the market stall,
coiled, nonchalant, arrayed under the lid
of locked glass, they grew familiar.
She'd finger them, drop them over her head,
try them for size, spoilt...
Sigma
Sigma
Unable to get on with anything,
Throwing out papers, fiddling with piled mess,
I pull a box of sherds out, stacked up here
Among the whole accumulation, less
Because I want to but...
