Window open to
the night heavy with showers
and carillon bells.
Raise a wee dram
of Glenmorangie as folk
spill from Easter Mass
into the damp dark.
Our bed is empty, dear one,
why do I hold you?
Earth smells great tonight.
Earth is great. The BBC
supplies the bad news:
Terror in Sri Lan-
ka. Water has no shape, is
the source of all good,
plenipotency
and pluripotency, be-
ing’s porosity.
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