Plane Jane

rising green

plane perfection

no hills

magic rugged lawn cloth

moping on the no-slope

wilding on the no-moor

Jane on the heathered ground bewildered by mother’s harshness

the flat lands unsheltered and the weather comes straight down like a hurried lift

without any introduction or dialogue

 

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