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Lark and rose go mad . Even with winter coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms. The park  is dense with sun and soccer balls. By lark I mean generic bird, God 
Knows . The names for all these things with wings. Dilto the rose ; the Garden drooling color and bloom? Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing the  concrete wall,and a real rose in the corner, red as blood, I meant to say; birds and flowers go ballistic, even with winter coming on. Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns in the solar wind, whipping our bodies from the depths of space. Ferocities of tree bent double.playing soccer, nobody notices this in mirage.the jasmine is awash with butterflies.