the gumtree by Terry Cummings


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what i lay beneath with my back to the stars
and my lips on the cold cold earth
My fingers touching dew
i sigh
and the grass whispers around my mouth
and in my teeth
it is clean and it is pure
and i can hear the stampede stop

everyone should own a gumtree
somewhere
where they may run to roughly
and collapse warmly beneath