"Pinwheel"
Hello, how are you and may I come in?
As right as the rain on a roof of tin
Certainly we shall see Matthew again
His pale faced flushed by the dawn
In a pinwheel
Heaven is vacant, the courtyard is bare
Violets encircle us everywhere
Churchyard mice congregate in the square
Perched up on their hind legs
In a pinwheel
The river runs high and the bridges uncoil
Earthworms quiver in the springtime soil
Kingdoms of ants proceed in new shapes
Destined to flummox and reciprocate
The pinwheel
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