giraffe in my garden in a garland of aloes
i searched for a halo but found only spears
dipped in the blood of the eye of the sky
the sun in my tree (thorn crown it adorned)
wind through my palms (song of gold it performed)
tree tops shimmy green on blue up high
happy travels up with leaves that sigh while
grasses push spiking sharpened dust devils
making sunbirds dizzy in trees that rest
shaded picasso on earthy doodles
through lemon-bronze through saffron-cream fields
i breathe in soil
it is all in the smell where i sense you
my deep my joy
could i feed you to africa
no hunger here then no pain nor fear
this land would come up tasty oatmeal crunch
pliant with strength and moistly golden sweet
no bleeds from barbed wire tripped
no salty insanity goinggoinggone
and giraffe with red rocket chain
totters on lightest long leg
plump are the leaves purpletongue-plucked
there is a field of you where i plough my thoughts
it lies left of the tree where giraffe plucks
with a nimble tongue
through the small thorns
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
