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It’s one’s friend here, calling from a deep green valley

It’s dark and late here, the the show is over for another year

Last night the rodeo megaphone murmured faintly in the air

softened by the valley reverb and kilometres of trees

what from afar looked like a single globe lit the oval

and the edge of the caravan park

cauliflowers and carnations won prizes

and horses were denied the opportunity

I hope your day is o-kiddy-kay

till soon

It’s one’s friend here, reporting from a frozen city

it’s dark and early here, the day is over by mid-afternoon

last night the man downstairs drunkenly fell out of his window

his fall softened by the bushes, lucky he lives on the ground floor

and from afar the Fernsehturn looks like a globe pierced by a chopstick

its bulbous beauty made surreal by the snow

ice has staked its claim on pavements

the buildings sing off-key under their breath

oh it’s a plain city but sometimes the loveliness can stop you dead

hope you’re well

till next time

and you say — I’m outside time here it’s quite strange

and I say — all the trees are fat and green here, it’s quite a change

and you say — each day is defined by the sky

and I say — I remember the smell of the air and the light, day and night

our tiny windows of words let lovely light in my world

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