Again at St Juliot

Entreaty of underbrush
          hauls down its prize,
thrashing yellow spasm
          felt as voluntary

while the sun in fiercest gall
          sucks out airy
curls from the last lockets –
          audibly they crackle,

blazing as a whirlwind
          fans images
          then withdraws –
shakes rosaries of live heads

ratcheting through air, air
          that is slim mire,
          mire felt colossal
in evacuated cobalt shadows.
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