Spring Hammock




Swinging in the Spring hammock

under the late evening sky

The stars emerge

Up on the roof terrace with its yellow flowers

I hear the faint creak of the star-burst

twined ropes.

One bright star above rocks with me so that I am not lonely.

Hold me in your arms rocking rocking hammock.

I see the gaudy pink geraniums

Flourescent against the salmon coloured wall

and the shadow of the starburst ropes

against the cooling wall.

Back and forth, creak creak

and the two-note bell

from the Parish Church

calling heedless rocking souls to repentance.


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