Cuckoos no longer come.
The clouds are massing fear-
dark on the horizon. Our
cloud-cuckoo land
will shortly disappear.
Autobiographical note:
although not 'born to be' a lotus-eater
I managed, through good fortune
and the Welfare State, to become one.
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Today was the Celtic pre-Christian Day of the Dead.
I planted a Kalanchoë on my last dog's grave.
It was still in flower a month later.
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