Driving through the lane one midsummer morning
After Robert Frost

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We drove through the half-eaten wilderness
watched trees quiver to a petrol blue mist
I have never seen such gold spray out except sun
Beautiful like the jellyfish mating with shrink wrap
Confused like the jellyfish mating with shrink wrap.
Forget the world as drive through the lane this midsummer dawn
Fling out an arm and weave the wind for the felled tree
Be the root my love, take a chance like the slow old man at amber
Do not sound your horn but turn up the sky-drunk starlings
Let’s talk about what the gods see as they look down from heaven.
You said the gods see a star belt of androids that suddenly go out
You said these are boats of refugees as I phone surfed for a ‘like’
You said let’s drive through these lanes forever for they swerve like hair,
I said we have to go to work and forget all of the above
I said that things rhyme badly at the end of a poem like love.
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