We shall have no clouds today

We shall have no clouds today, only
the wasps’ slow eclipse of the windfalls
and archangel heron, fanning what fires?

Bone by bone, I lay myself out
in the grass, wonder what will you do
to put the heart across me now?

from Christina the Astonishing (Two Rivers Press,1998), © Jane Draycott 1998, used by permission of the author

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