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MAKING
SENSE LUCKILY
Luckily
the configurated space
through
which the rain goes dibble-dibble-dop
from
chestnut leaves upon the pushchair top
is
full of colour, like a crayon case,
and to the child dreams come,
stiff hand each side his tum;
green
layers overhead shift here and there
and
he coos music, partially aware.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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