3/11/10
A baby seagull, stranded,
Squawks for it's mother....
Little bubbles of dissatisfaction,
Rising to the surface.
Parallel universes collide,
Wonder if anyone would
like to hear from me ?
Wonder ?
Maybe not.
A woman in a services
uniform from the RAF, wrens,
coloured faun, from the 1940's
Stands as an epitaph,
to a generation, lost-
Like a disabled scarecrow,
Not fending off the birds-
Who eat all the corn.
Heard mewling of, not cat trapped, maybe just gulls, from chimney 2011-01 - gas outage not to blow - so to failover to elec, itself under pv-supplied - all to be resilient through redundant capacity - rather than duplicating mere self demand. dissociated temporal dislocations Mr Cornelius - the hands spin slowly.
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