Good, Jill. You get it - the lang - down real tight so that it cannot do
anything, ultimately, but burst. And "orange" serves you well.
(I did have "pale apricot roses" - which are orange enough.)
Stephen V
> Grot among root
> Still thaw
> But the chill
> Crawls a glimmer
> Dawn dark’s cold
> Hasten and haze
> Hill line’s blurr
>
> Ground brown
> Seed furred
> Branch flare
> Splay to orange
> Ochre and flange
> Year’s fit
> Now for fire
>
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> Jill Jones
> Marrickville, 8am, 4 May
> 2005
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