Occasional Impressions

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A poem from my garden

The bush?
Sudden, red, amber, gold,
blazing and unconsumed.

The ground?
Like other ground,
transfigured and
forgiving, springing green.

My shoes?
I keep them on;
the grass is damp.
Someone might see,
and broom is broom.
Eleanor Nesbitt
from BBC Radio 4 Morning Worship, Sunday 19th June 2005
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