If you're no different to me
than this and the next leaf
ordinary, lovely
in our genus, species
our fingers and toes
mine being shorter
and my leaves lighter
than storm sky or years
via Africa
mine different seas
but it was a lot of water
at bight and strait
and those deltas, canals
languages and their lost libraries
and if yours was Alexandria
or Rome
or an island of columns
and mine the inscribed
lost from
standing stones
they were within some lovely
and terrible time
differently unaware, those mountains
but here we are besides
and both played
in shaking wind
in the weirs and passages
blowing over the gardenia
over there the sea
and its passengers
sails, dream boats, coracles
and kayaks
a thousand miles from care
we wish
that's how we
are here


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