Saturday, February 4, 2012

“Umbelliferous and
strung with coins”
© Mike Absalom January
31st 2012

On either
side of me the dead grass like golden telegraph poles has fallen under the
and wild
angelica rises through it
and strung with coins.
Umbels of
buachalán too provide a proscenium
butterflies and bees and today
wanna-bees in wasp disguise
have come
to suck and strut their stuff.
At this moment I am in a maze, mindless and mapless,
and have
no need to think of anything at all,
let alone
the sharp possibilities offered by compass points
directions or the meaning of life.
I do not
even have to follow the sun,
if there
were ever one here to follow.

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