fuel II

temperate day of
sun and cool air -
my day of reading
your day of wood

tapestry frame
oiled and ready
for my hands:
new thing
to many new things:

Jill of all trades
all crafts
and mistress of none

I sleep uneasily, have
strange dreams, rocking
chairs, my childhood
home, black space
spaceships, aeroplanes

we pass and re-pass
from the fuel
to the house
our hands are always full

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