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The Rescue- from Comix Reader 3

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Buddleia

How can such slender roots

Penetrate brick and stone?

These flowers of the floating world

Seem not to mind such inhospitability

Nor miss a gardener’s care

Desired or not

Admired or not

They grow anyway

How disarranged our arrangements

When fallen to disuse

The buddleia seems to claim

It was always their place -

Where buildings crumble

And blue skies open

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Mad Man At Kenwood House

Bristling with antennae

I take the deliveries

To my stationary colleagues

And pass on the warning

From control:

 The strange young man is back

 He’s been sighted in the grounds

The past fortnight

And wanders into the museum each day

 Not looking at the paintings by Rembrandt or Vermeer -

Not admiring the Adams fireplace or the ornamented architraves -

Nor the walnut chest of drawers, with its satinwood inlays -

 But goes into every room

Trying the handles on all the doors, methodically

And with a sense of purpose

 There’s no reason to be alarmed

Or excited (alas)

He isn’t dangerous

In fact, he seems almost sane

 Only holding one world in his mind

As he navigates another

(I sympathise)

 He just comes in

Opens and shuts and

Opens and shuts doors for a while

Then stops and stands blank-faced in the centre of a room

Peers through a few windows

 Inspects the view

Then re-enters it

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Toy Kitchen - A nightmare

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Figure skaters (1995)

Friday night was spent at home Watching the finals Of the Women's Figure Skating Championships

Smoking fags and drinking beer While on screen Triple Twists and Double Toe Loops are attempted.

Ladies from the Eastern Bloc America and Orient - Darlings of Diplomacy - Though cool on the ice, Flail and thaw once off it:

Bawling with their bouquets held like babies, While coaches proud and solid In their nylon sportswear Play husband to triumph and disappointment With consummate equanimity.

Surround sound cranks out Classical favourites: Romantic, bombastic Quivers and quavers

While these ladies With gelled hair And spangly leotards Draw patterns in the air and ice

Grinning through the tough bits That furnish judged requirements

And they do seem lonely there As though this is where Their lives are lived:

Sad princesses entirely -

Giving and enduring all For beauty and for winning

Controlling momentum, Defying gravity Making it look easy For those who sit and watch.

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Me against the sea wall.

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Winter trees.