Makes me wish there was a pictorial record of all this, Randolph, but your
words create a series of touching pictures. Sorry I never met Candice.
On 29/06/11 9:40 PM, "Randolph Healy" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> DUET
>
> _i.m. Candice Ward_
>
> She made seed hoppers
> in her workshop in the attic
> and every new moon
> hired a cherry picker
> to hang her latest from the apex
> of a sexually mature alder
> returning to write a love letter
> which she tore in two
> sending one half to the other side
> of the earth, one week later
> putting a match to hers so
> that the otheršs half would also burn
> though she, like the alders, disliking
> summer heat, went north each June
> the evenings easier to bear
> as she walked in the cool of the day
> male catkins relaying their restless drifts.
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