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Graham Lindsay


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The enigma of summer

 
The lamb went to sleep on a bank and dreamed
of earth, earthworms, flies

grass grew through its pelt.
Its mother slid down the slope

burning the turf with her decay
flies sunned themselves on the skid mark.

Skylarks sang in heaven, where God was a huge old
bearded head, just outside the blue dome looking in.

Sleep tight little lamb
like a rock drawing.
 


 

Graham Lindsay


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Last updated 15 July, 2004