I've been planning a tree,
not too big, or small,
for my garden.
The one there already
will be lonely.
I want a pear tree
with golden pears,
or a fairy that lives in its branches.
I want to climb up, far up
away from my little garden;
and to look down on Splott
as a postage stamp,
road and fields like pocket handkerchiefs.
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