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TRAUMA

 

In a reticule of sunlight among grass-blades

I howled up my sisters. They wouldn’t come.

Curlews dissevered the sky. The quiet stalks

flicked grasshoppers at me. I feel it now

when I think with nerves only.

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(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

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