A friend of mine does jigsaw puzzles / of a thousand pieces; fits shapes together / to make an alpine scene: blue sky / and icy peaks that almost come alive / with falling snow.
I watched a pelican fish today. / He waited, watched, dived / and searched, then stretched / his reptilian neck, gulped, / swallowed, several times / before swimming away, feet / pedalling...
Pink flamingos flutter to the music, / grey camels march, brown moths / are semi-quavers, striped bees buzz / in harmony: music of the spheres / by omniscient composer
Sarah packed stuff into bundles for camels: / tent, beans, oil; dates, clothes and fans… / Slow travel on sand, sun blazing down — / and Abraham. Yes, Lord, we come.
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