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TOWN LOVER

Moorland

Conceive that I may wish the hedges

wild, their bilberries

splayed sweet in whorls,

in clusters; wild, blue centres.

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Towns

 Here bilberries are absent.

Thorns, concrete promiscuities,

jut from the opulently-bosomed raspberries

(planned wild by park-committees, towns : debilitation-centres).

Stains dement.

Moor / Towns

Dreams scatter:

bilberries of wild, exquisite blue

films, evasions, concrete dung.

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My dog goes elsewhere now.

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Written by Jonathan Finch

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