By | 7 December 2004

at mid-on marto is
dreaming of a marig
old grown from seed
the catch comes and
goes unnoticed he is
a marigold man on his
chest cricket flowers
orange soon or on
ce approaches every
idea with trepidation
now the chance
has slipped through
his coloured fingers
and language

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