at last

at last as it rained and ran gold over camber

sky an open sack and spills boiling coin

stinging welled in the mud blinks at last

at last as lit pins push into earth

bottle top bobby pierced on felt

whingeing  grids and the brass beads at last

god at last the last shifts from the belly sun

that girl stolidly was a tease out the blushes

bingeing rids and the crass taste at last

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