Tee hee, L. Yes, a furrow too far.
B
On 23/11/2012, at 4:01 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> The late Barbara Cartland's make up
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> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics"
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> Sent:Thu, 22 Nov 2012 16:52:40 -0000
> Subject:Re: About to emerge snap
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> Bill is there anything deeper than romance ?????
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
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> Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: 21 November 2012 20:06
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> Subject: Re: About to emerge snap
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> Could be romance, Pat, could be deeper and wider than she would like.
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> Bill
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> On 22/11/2012, at 3:23 AM, Patrick McManus
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>> Cheers Bill I wonder what those wider matters were that she was
> taking in?
>> aha could it be romance??
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>> -----Original Message-----
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>> On Behalf Of Bill Wootton
>> Sent: 20 November 2012 21:16
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>> Subject: About to emerge snap
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>> About to emerge
>> through a spring-latch door
>> on to the shopping street,
>> he suddenly remembers;
>> her muesli. Where is it?
>> Wait here, he says,
>> to his endearingly
>> dumpy-faced, red-haired,
>> trusting companion.
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>> In the street, he strides,
>> retracing footsteps
>> towards the upper
>> milkbar on the other side.
>> But he doesn't need
>> to go that far.
>> There the muesli is,
>> untampered-with,
>> in its clear plastic sheathing,
>> sitting on an old postbox.
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>> Now the two walk together,
>> he announcing this is East Ivanhoe,
>> she nodding slowly, accepting.
>> Which way should I now go,
>> he wonders: past the primary school
>> or up Robin Hood Road?
>> They met at work in the office,
>> only a week ago and now
>> he's walking her home,
>> the long way.
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>> Outside his house, the Catalpa,
>> huge leaves bearing the marks
>> of autumn; one leaf is emblem
>> of all seasons, edged deep green,
>> flecked with orangy-yellow
>> and thorough crimson at its
>> heart. See it, he says.
>> She nods dumbly, she is still
>> taking in wider matters.
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>> In the front yard, good,
>> his promised car, is there,
>> albeit leaf-covered,
>> nestled under the willow tree.
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>> Bill Wootton
>> 21November 12
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