For Patrick McManus:
ARCHITECT’S HALLOW
sun warm grapes
sweet
tumble up
in brown bowls
you grew and glazed
a cut copper curl
between limbs
throws sparks
CDs rainbow
your garden hut
all is peace
all is green
careful broken
bottle necks
strung out
turn
in the sun
a snail eats its lacy way
through thin paper
on the wall
a world held tight
bamboo groves
skidding clouds
can we reach
that last place
that ordered universe
anchored
excessive
free for new
for you
---
Judy Prince
9.11.05
Wilton UK
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