Jubilee floats trundle over the rumbling road
on past the village green
bunting flaps the telegraph poles,
slaps time to the rhythm of the children’s clapping
swallows dive and plough the sky,
while candyfloss clouds build and tumble:
I miss you, only miles away,
but feel your love surround me like a blanket,
weighted with magic,
sparkling with cloth of gold.
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