giraffe in my garden in a garland of aloes

i searched for a halo but found only spears

dipped in the blood of the eye of the sky

the sun in my tree (thorn crown it adorned)

wind through my palms (song of gold it performed)

tree tops shimmy green on blue up high

happy travels up with leaves that sigh while

grasses push spiking sharpened dust devils

making sunbirds dizzy in trees that rest

shaded picasso on earthy doodles

through lemon-bronze through saffron-cream fields

i breathe in soil

it is all in the smell where i sense you

my deep     my joy

could i feed you to africa

no hunger here then      no pain nor fear

this land would come up tasty oatmeal crunch

pliant with strength and moistly golden sweet

no bleeds from barbed wire tripped

no salty insanity goinggoinggone

and giraffe with red rocket chain

totters on lightest long leg

plump are the leaves purpletongue-plucked

there is a field of you where i plough my thoughts

it lies left of the tree where giraffe plucks

                                                                                      with a nimble tongue

                                                                                     through the small thorns

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sigh.