Tag: lark
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Day off up earlier than for work
Rising daily at dawn Moments before my first alarm Staring at the besummed face on my arm Its stations and markers A bisected tree’s leafless phase, rings marking advanced age Its knobbled face, half-effaced, like a green man gazing out from his bole redoubt An ancient loathing, cold old disgrace, a lonely place stuck loading…
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