Between Hospital Visiting Hours

Sent the seed pods floating: Viking
ships down the river Whispered Pharaoh
in my best tree-voice Felt the pallid
pockets of earth-traps by root beds and kept
looking for bergamot, the coned nose
of mangoes Something dripping something
halved    The equity of nightfall    Counted Rainfall
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