blown breathless
a
on the ragged gradual
edges of the present intuition
in my new loafers sings
& Petrarch hood
through
I lunge out of clifftop gales the vision
& slip into haven of distant
with a large bloomer Spica
& a four-pint tub in Virgo
of milk-free milk to the south
the O.M. says Laura holding
is a dream of social justice an ear of
as well as bright eyed wheat
& bushy tailed Persephone/
in the firelight
Astraea
the pagan Avon lady goddess
burrows through the gales of justice
with scuffed catalogues Libra
while the planet teems the scales
with unfed connoisseurs surrounded by
underwater in the sense the lion
of understanding snake
& crow
Norfolk May 2009