Swoop: 2

Swung:
my mood has swung
to heavy-eyed unhappiness.

Once we've seen the play
"she'll stay with an old friend":

not
to let
the chance
of us
establishing.

And, so foolishly,
I said some words of hope,
just once, elsewhere.

Now chatterers,
they swoop this privacy
and incomprehend so perfectly
they could be the pissing-in-the-wind parents
of a workers' film.

I fear their rumours spread
like hay fever
on a summer breeze.

I'll call her,
hear if -
just hear.

image: po

Dylan Harris
97-99

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
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