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Nature’s jail

 

I saw you in the mica flecked

 quartz on the mountainside  

         above the wondrous town of Tullow                  

I tried to set you free but

 my hands shook and my chisels were blunt 

 

I saw your amber tears run down the

 bole of the upright Citrus Spruce

in the leafy hollow    

I tried to set you free but

 my hands shook and my chisels were blunt

 

I gouged and chipped in my frustration,

closed my arms around you in anticipation

 I kissed you with the warm breath of life

 to no avail …I  could

 not free you from nature’s jail.

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