Pink
light
The
pink light fell across
the
Aber rooftops
as
the gulls came home to young
which
kept to whining
and
the thin rain caved to sun
on
a summer’s evening
and
the flowers raised their heads
and
began to open
before
the pallid moon
arrived
unspoken
to
send them to their budding rest
until
the morning
what
brings them out to pry
on
a bed unconscious
what
colours boast before the eye
what
are the chances
that
of all this is made for me
the
sea, the black sky
and
all the stars that swirl in her
what
sort of landslide
would
bring their face to bear
on
a world of outcry
as
the world glows pink again
at
the end of July
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