Poem number 10: the final poem from Blueprints to Blunderland, and prehaps my most obscure poem to date.
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Rubber bears braid hairs of wire steel wool,
lost cotton and synthetic fibres;
shredded bran, dry no milk,
to mid-August onwards.
Reap and sow, rubber bears work
the flow, climbing high on top
of a sunflower’s crown.
Row boats set sail across oceans of clouds,
finger tips skim cooling air through seeds that have flown the coup,
smiling as they say goodbye,
riding bikes looking forward all the way.
Keep counting as calendar days orbit onwards,
diluting Summer, forever climbing a sunflower’s crown.