Hi Colin,
My only thought/nit is that S2 does not have a nautical reference that I
detected and wondered if it should, for conssitency?
Cheers,
Frank
> Uncut Grass
>
> We didn't cut the grass this year
> and now we are lost at sea.
> We guess at the form of the wind
> from the bellying of green.
> I drop anchor where my daughter
> tugs at stems and sneezes.
>
> We learn flowers,
> wave upon wave,
> dandelion and lady's smock -
> yellow and violet on a spring day,
> clover in summer
> and when we think them ended,
> hawkbit like another dandelion
> runs to the sky.
>
> At night the hawkbit closes
> and I perform Tai Chi
> with the grass tugging my ankles,
> wetting my socks under a Summer moon.
> At dawn it opens
> in brotherly colour to meet the sun.
>
> When the sun shines we hang out washing to dry.
> Bed clothes flap blankly
> and shirts and trousers
> dance like other selves
> on adventurous swell.
> I live with sail cloth
> as it bounces and billows
> to tug itself free.
>
> Tide after tide of changes
> as months go by.
> Seedlings of ash and sycamore
> are poised to take over,
> stretch darkness above our heads.
> Must I reach for my blade,
> be farmer not sailor,
> store hay year after year?
>
>
>
> Colin
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