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SHIMMER

What was first
The rising sun or birdsong
Or my dreaming and cold wood and breeze
Fresh and rolled coat for my head

What's more perfect in this world
Than this park bench
And the birds that whistle wake up wake up
And shout till the sun comes in

Was it my words that willed in the sun
And my mind that made the time
And the roof top pool girls
Who roll their Rs and hips
Or the scarred and puking lips
At the accident and emergency

Each urge and urgency merges
Emerges into a light that twinkles
And shimmers with possibility
And I wonder who chose the sun today
And my words to thank them
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