Sonnet (1979)


Caught the bubble
In the spirit level,
A creature divided;
And the compass needle
Wobbling and wavering,
Undecided.
Freed the broken
Thermometer’s mercury
Running away;
And the rainbow-bird
From the narrow bevel
Of the empty mirror,
Flying wherever
It feels like, gay!


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Sonnet (1979)