West
By dean_johnston
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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He will be down there now;
at it with nails
and some 4 by 2 -
the strength in those gypsy hands -
a May planting-
well bedded down.
Our curtains drawn,
our borders set:
the neighbours will say there was never a sound:
everything grown grows underground.
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