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poem by thomas pembrook-regine

date 15 jul 2015

pot
------the coiled ego
asking for trouble
eager to state

the sky's the matter


wrath paved
caller will get festival
in october forever
estate of fashion
girls parade
dressed extravagantly
interval of contemplation
buoyed by excellent reviews
juniper doesn't quake
in the mind rests
pays the high price
of spacious sky.
one can't just listen
doting the power
heaven quenches the thirst
of discussion
about return of paradise
wasn't it all predicted?

the farming of hinterland


result of venturing
into freshness
camaraderie
sweats not
can the last train for bangalow
waltz through the snow?
amazing sunlight
just paves the way
doesn't everyone
see the beauty in green tea?
pot, the pot
escort the talk.
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