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County Cork on Seefin under swallows under skylarks
I say watch the wily path in case it disappears track a ridge striated north to south all rocks
ripped up and rucked by prehistoric monsters sidle an edge-path after
a wild-eyed sheep then rock-hop tussock-clamber
by little suns of tormentil and the bog pools clear as a brown night
starred with gnats and still as stones I say consider the yellow arrows
gnomic on the fenceposts all ways diversifying so
climb the line the wolves took catch below a hat brim
the white quartz wink of May decipher an edge where little clouds
scud out earth’s curvature now comes the trig and Bantry Bay
is a lizard basking and I say all the world is blue and green
as seen from space |
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