under the shadow of next door's tree.
Roots beneath the surface
laugh at you and me.
So, leave this scene for now,
wander through orchards,
never stopping to pick fruit.
But admire the yield.
Distant tower block looking down.
I dare not glance up.
For you have no point to prove.
And was Telstar the beginning?
Or, the end, where I return;
to plant trees
in someone else's garden.
Capability Red aprox' 1977
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