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Leigh Davis

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and the ongoing fascination of recall
becomes apparent, which I've paid for,
on release, there's no priest in miles but I'm talking
Willy, and miming like a graph
a geography almost big enough to get lost in,
mammoth, a present
which needs perspective - strange how variously
active understanding is, a simple progress
taken like barley heads home, where I am,
S is, where we've no capital, some collections
of books, primitive really to describe it
that way, but even as gatherers
you're the granddaughter of a Queen's couturier,
a white detail, beaded in the chickenwire.



Last updated 4 October, 2009