My Joy With Prickled Legs
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Mark Heathcote
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Lush green spokes of grass
rich and velvety deep
hedged with an impasse
of dark spiralling nettles.
This-was-my dream garden
my joy with prickled legs
this-was-my dream of Eden
boating on rolling river logs.
Frogs croaking jewel-like
knocking off the gentle dew
a face pure white; cloud lion-like
looking back, it was all a golden hue.
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