helicopter yoghurt (to Alfie)

there on the world
they sit closed and tight
as dormice
with traffic zooming
around them

whup...........whup............look

even my mother ..................
with that................look it shines

I approach them carefully
with embraces
............................to sweep them back

they are skitterish as dustbowls
—gone wild around me
but damn it anyway that

they have come back to me
in such shuddering beds of soft acid
that

nothing but the old cries
to be with them through all nights
nothing now ....................but that
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