long grass

i renamed the cat strimmer

but it made her sick

 tell it to the sea

the west wind is a shoulder

to cry upon

 the apocalypse (is it)

it is (going to hurt)

un(just for a moment)

 after the rain

sunshine dripping

from the fig tree

 poetry’s apotheosis

that rising feeling of sinking

the heights of depth

 footsie swim

upon the braille of pebbles

caution surfaces 

 on the coast path

salt torn from the sea

tore the daisies

 headline

aging slower slows aging

official

 arum 

scare um

yellow tongues

 a bandana

hides a multitude 

of chins

 midday heat

the crows take ownership of

the graveyard’s leisure

 modern media

terrible news

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