a slow piano song
with a hook just for you
comes from the postmans radio
& the sun comes out
you didnt expect that
mind on something else
& it casts ghost lines
out the vanishing points
of the bushes gentle spaces
& they flicker
like a movie laser
in the atmospheres dust & vapour
you only sat
on a simple chair
by an open streetside window
& you didnt expect this
not this heaven
here in a morning nutshell
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