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Looking Out

Looking out through the whitebeams

with a lightness of leaves

the morning is old a joy of youth

the palms unveil what the wind has known

past blackcurrants and viper’s bugloss

the unhoured wands of the satin flower

teach quietly the daylight that holds us

together

by Blake Everitt

Blake, along with several other poets, will be reading their work at Babushka Books in Shanklin on Thursday, 14 July, 7-9pm, refreshments included.