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In the Carribeanat the end of daysun drops suddenlylike a fire ballbehind forested hills
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
Like to be a FIREWORK?
So would I.
To DAZZLE like a flower.
To SIZZLE in the sky.
With a CRACK and a BANG
and a BIM BAM BOOM!
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
It tastes of high clouds
of crisp cold
of twilight
It tastes of autumn leaves
See her moonlight
bloom from thick forest
leaving the ground
plucking words from the stars
half heather mosses
deep purple wherries
Here now skyline assembles fire.The sun collects up to leave.Its bright following paled,suddenly all goes. Dusk rushesin, like door closed on windowless room.
When it's like this,
when mum is driving
and everyone is quiet,
heads toppling with sleep,
and the motorway is a dizzy black
slicked with lights,
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
Tadpoles huddled in a pondafraid of the Carribean night,its intense darkness.
Candleflies moving about,lighting up and going out,lighting up and going out.
It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until