New Rhododendrons

I’ve come over all Paul the Apostle

This old life’s impossible

Can’t quite stand the sight of Edinburgh Castle Can’t quite finish a beer

Highs much like the lows

Looking up Caravaggio

and mythological Himalayan hollows Try hard, you can go

If it’s Damascus I’m en route to I might as well bring you

We live on a crag

Scope the land out the back

I keep a Kilner jar with a hyacinth growing in it I use it like a vase

Beside an old suitcase from 1910

Plans to re-tailor its insides have moved to London

What blooms in June New rhododendrons

Now take it as signal

See it as a symbol

I’m keeping these things alive

It’s all too much for me to handle Need help with my angles

I hope you brought your theodolite

Keep my effects in a silo

A little model I’ve had since I was little Used to hold all kinds of beautiful animals

And I still think of them when I’m reminded of them How I used to hold onto to them, sun and snow Remember holding them close

How I held them so close

If you lose track of what you’ve loved in the past There’s no going back

Lost amongst the bric-a-brac

If you lose track of what you’ve loved in the past There’s no going back