Cirencester
By poetjude
Sun, 03 Sep 2006
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Before the lesson,
stretches arms daftly,
impersonates cedars,
my tutor etches plants.
This bottom-set botanist,
his over-eager student
never looks up. Rummages
eyes through the magic of detritus
for creeping things that creep.
He works in the garden
rememberancer, reassembler
of Roman ramparts. Delivers an
exegesis of construction to
his struggling student;
hopeless historian
with a crystal ball larynx.
Because she is stunted,
indehiscent, unknowing until
he breaks the unripe husk.
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