We cut under that first mist
[above her swimming ditch]
as other walkers walked [as
if blind]/ That laundry-stink
from Himalayan balsam is an
alien scent alongside her – I
let her loose again – to swim
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We cut under that first mist
[above her swimming ditch]
as other walkers walked [as
if blind]/ That laundry-stink
from Himalayan balsam is an
alien scent alongside her – I
let her loose again – to swim