yes!

yes! dear trees who wave and larks who chatter and swallows who dance - i am just like you because i can hear the water, too - i am just like you because i can see the blue sky, too and the sky is the colour of joy, this morning it is exactly like colour, under lines or wash over tines or just like you, oh swallow, like you skim and dive like you're transforming, already this drab little country yes! calling summertime joy it's not like living will be easy it's like sometimes, now, there will be no need for impudence impudence threads grasping, fading, my winter jumper with that joy of need to thrive in spite of and which is all so completely unlike this the river silt the river sludge the river weed the hidden pole or questionable crustacean, oh yes, i will bear them all in the way of embrace like they all are kingfisher yes! kingfisher herself and herself: the isis bring life to this city and maybe, just maybe, they are just like me and they are just like you and we'll be free in…