tucking up their sleeves

for hours

twenty miles of view

cheerful trim

among the trees

 

that and nothing else

‘in a gush’

suggestion of rain

scarlet calico

where no one loves him

‘I don’t die, I don’t fall in love’

roared like a millionaire

one more wench

new clean words

 

bridle Harriet’s tongue

sorrow to come

wet stem of an olive