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"ABBOT" PRESIDES OVER MOON FEAST - 7 to 9pm

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Looking out-front over Goldcroft rooves opposite, as moon rises in sky over Radipole, i'm  eating carrot & chilli koftas in the dark with Heinz Tomato Ketchup...having already drunk  a beautiful, rosypink, Dorset cyder-moment with poet-bro' from Oz...







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YOU MAY BURY "ABBOT'S" HEART HERE...

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IN HARDY COUNTRY

IN HARDY COUNTRY HEART'S AT EASE SINGS & HUMS FIRST TIME SINCE CHILDHOOD TALKS WITH THE ANCESTORS SAYS AS WAS SAID BEFORE - I AM HERE & WILL FOLLOW - LANE   RIVER   & BIRDCALL MERRILY BRIGHTLY ENDLESSLY ALONG THE WAY (27/28 FEBRUARY 2011) * 

PROBABLY 50 SHADES OF GREY

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FROM A MOUNTAIN_BIKE... ...ON WEYMOUTH SANDS. *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  

WE DROVE ALL NIGHT...TO GET TO YOU...for KH.

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Weymouth to Heathrow, to pick-up the bruv, arriving once again, from Down Under...remembering Roy Orbison and Cyndi Lauper... we were singing, my sister and i, in her litte boy-racer car...leaving home smack on mid-night...my first ever trip to an airport - (suddenly Tracy Chapman is singing "Fast Car") - i should get out more...too many internal flights  these past 64 years...must moreso be a "figure of outward"...


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BOARDING A BUS BOUND FOR BRIDPORT

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Olympic flags flapping in cool breeze on Esplanade. Birds about, as bin-men clear garbage - Friday morning. Two bananas and bottle of mineral water in bag, together with Gary Snyder book, to browse if needs be, on the bus. It is grey - not the colour of an Indian Summer - but beautiful like Korean Zen monks i've seen, with soft-grey-slippered- feet - young; shaven-headed; androgynous. Rain threatens. The passenger ahead of me in queue, ruefully remarks that, it looks like it'll rain. I hope so, i laugh. i love the rain. i love summer rain. And he is happy to agree, it seems, as we board the bus. Just a sprinkling of passengers. I'm pleased the young, japanese tourist gets the seat at front- upstairs, for a panoramic view. I get my favourite spot, behind the top of the stairs - lots of space around me. The clouds and sky seem lighter...higher. Will the morning break into blue ?...as we leave...Weymouth... BAH ! Should have brought poetry not Essays - ("Back on the Fire"). B…