someone said leave your rancour snagged on bracken
someone said inhale yellow wood smoke
never mindaid iif the path to revelation’s clogged with loosestrife, with Devil’s-bit
never mindaid If the rock formation in your face begins to ache
this is natureai plain white-bread sky
this is natureai silver- washed fritillary uncalled to account
and youe said your sporting rivalry with a down-at-heel sheep
and youe said to see who’ll climb the mountain slowest
oh hoone said i thinks sheep
oh hoone said i but you’re as obdurate as that tractor in that ditch and
even if you meet yourself halfway up already coming back
even if i (cagoule-less, Medusa-haired, stinking of weed)
keep on in the rumination contest
keep on you can win
Claudine Toutoungi
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