Smithereens Press Chapbooks Left Behind by Colm Scully | Page 20

Ring of white anthers on a Ribwort Plantain

Last night I dreamt of Mother Earth.
How it must have been
to live on the first home.
Before red giant, white dwarf and death,
before diaspora.
I’ve watched the film footage from those days
but some things only dreams can show.
A child plucking soldiers from a hedge,
meadow-sweet in the air,
going nowhere.

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