28 06 21

snow falls through moon light
smile on the moon
enchantment returns
i am on the moon
twinkling reflections

a horse neighs an organ plays
looks like it
the balloon ascends
my father is killed by a sack of sand
it’s just something i was thinking of

ballast’ i write in the answer
smoke blows through
the flakes of snow
moonsnow flames
it can be no plainer

Tom Raworth« Poetry Now »Collected Poems Carcanet2003p. 106 british poetry cheval english poetry lune neige orgue par cœur poésie anglaise sable