Sunlight
Enable us ̶ Thom Gunn
…………for Peter Carpenter
Your eyrie
Tubular Bells
in the pre-lesson
………………………..silence
a first edition Moly
in plain view
A Clash ticket (torn)
…………………………..Jagger’s grin
……………………………nothing by Munch
Orwell’s blue plaque
……………………………above
…………………………….surveillance-cam
looks down
………………..at you
Emails (the chapel gown directive)
…………………………………………..-balls-
………………and Soft Machine prog
………………………..made yesterday
………………………..to confuse them
You pause
……………..to note
……………………….a magpie
……………………………………..cackling
now in mind
of that wag
…………………………….in row three
in love with bridges
who said
physics shouldn’t work
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This is quite lovely. A mobile composed of things radiant in time- fullness. I love the “metaxyturn” of “you pause” and the floating inward slowdown thereafter, down to the epiphany! There’s a sacrality that flows toward that moment of gently brimming laughter. Well, hard to describe! So very fine!