From Sybil

 

All things generally await redemption. The daffodils

particularly now are sorry

turn in habit to the sky

(they've bruised her puffy

face all grey and yellow) (more in sorrow than in

anger).

Sybil weeps to know such trumpetings.

From Sybil: The Glide of Her Tongue (Spinifex)

copyright Gillian Hanscombe

(Australia, Britain)

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