i got the virgin squints
in the rue garden
in beaconsfield
eating w/ strangers
and dear friends
the newly pregnant
clamber over each other
away over the grass
we blotch w/ pleasure
keeping our capillaries
trim & laughing
painters of bluish-green
& greenish-yellow
light, for friendship
& grace of evening seen
clear in the herb patch
James Wilkes
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

















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