trestles high with dressed white elephant
the kitchen wafts out steamed urn
over-boiled tea in vile green cups
three ridges about the vase tapered middle
the immersion of summer has gasped empty
and now the rain feels warm and luke
autumnal dust yields no longer
but joins muddy hands for baking day
dollied jumbled jam
mrs cotter's damask strawberry
tart mrs laynes citric curds
the scales with their rust caught weights
imperially numbered for their solemn jury duty
the homepride echo margarine cheery bero pamphlett
milk smelling brush whom lived below the breadknife
thicker womens realm with adventurous coloured picture plates
and always the optional cherry the devil may care
elbow washed and inspected I beat the rolling pin
against my palm draw faces in the flour
as round the pyrex bowl the ragged pastry ran
gathering the errant in solidarity in hurried anticipation
for our turn in power cut candled adventure
gathered beside the leatherette roberts radio
switching between what passed for news
and the police by way of berlin and luxembourg
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