Homosexual cows – one sees –
are usually half-hearted.
The cry of the peacock
corresponds ill with its colours.
One said: They sleep in trees, you know.
(He also knew the mating practices
of bees.) Another insisted:
You must tell me what you want me to do.
She knew so well how to pronounce
the names of flowers and lovers.
The sun sets behind that darkening hill
having of course risen over those fields;
between – talking in terms of space and time –
much burgeoning but death lies in ambush.
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