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poetry is…

poetry is death at pompeii or the buried pottery of an ancient civilisation, all roads lead to poems. I walk the river track, with a sign saying beware of snakes, I’m surrounded by white butterflies, embers from a hot sun, I’m surrounded by love, some of the creatures are hiding, my features are smiling, some of the trees are older than my grandparents.

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