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honk if you've drunk from Kenny's cornucopia.


        invisible                         harmonic rain
           bows arc                 beyond
               our ken           a whinny
            of despair         to crack panes
               we're up       to our knees
               in breeze     buckled echoes
         of Schumann    & wondering
                 how you    say
             flugelhorn    in German
               it can get    through the hedge
                 without    rustling
                    & flick    a little ripple
                        in your lake





Norfolk         January 2010