Sunday, 10 April 2011
Detail form a larger painting by Mike Cooke.
where you will find me
A worm the colour of puce bends
around corners, find its escape
like an octopus, but far
more slowly. I halt the encroach of weeds
crunching and crushing roots
with a chartreuse-coloured,
metal trowel, then stop to ease my back
and take in the lie of this small valley,
its mild rise towards the unattainable,
high blue of the sky standing over us,
in the present, in the flesh.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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