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In need of some repair,
six point seven billion
Lovely views of the galaxy,
possible renovation project.
Owners seek exchange
Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.Count out three. These represent the lakesthat nestle inside countries, all the snaking rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.
This morning she got upOn the happy side of the bed,Pulled backThe grey sky-curtainsAnd poked her headThrough the blue windowOf heaven,
Tell me, Mama,Where does the sun come fromin the morning?
Where does it go towhen it reaches the edge of the field?
I found an autumn necklace in the hedge,
silken threads, strung with tiny beads.
Yet when I touched a strand it fell,
leaving only scattered tears.
Furrows unfurl,Carved by the plough – Curl, fold, fall back:The skin peels away.