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April 2017, vol 13 no 1

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Peter Newton

oh cupola

your little room
barely big enough
for a party of gnomes
cousin of the widow’s walk
uncle to the weather vane
dear old cupola
falling in
for all to see
if only people knew
for how long
and how far
from where you sit
the world was more
than the sight it is.

cloud decay
the tattered edges
of rainfall