Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
The Tree Brides
“Of course a tree has rings…
And each a wedding band”
O to be the “bride” of such a tree …
To bask in his emerald love unendingly.
Minus all other pining cordialities
But just a litany of bird song …
O wouldn’t that be truly heavenly
To wear sky as my wedding - sarong!
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