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On the Ramp
Two Devon Reds Hesitate at the trailer ramp Roughly littered with straw. They walked together from the field Steaming backs Exhaling clouds to the chilly dawn After the heavy rain of night. Have they realised The pasture is behind them A vet is waiting The abattoir is open for business? . CLP 11/09/2019 Read more
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On the Floor
Enough! Bonds broken Fallen. Now bumped, bruised, mouldy Wasps feed on decay . CLP 10/09/2019 Read more
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On the Ground
Grass caught in frost light Sharp shadows cut rigid blades Draped in silvered webs . CLP 08/09/2019 Read more
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On the Road (Still)
Westerlies wash in Days sluiced, blown dry, heated, cooled Weather becomes us . CLP 07/09/2019 Read more
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On August XXI
Now gone with all else Held in cloudy memories Bottled and pickled . n.b. The serious work has begun to collect the fruit, vegetables and crops from the summer. What must be gathered from the orchard floor and stored for winter; what can be collected from the vine and pressed; what can be cut from Read more
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On August XX
Horizon closes Autumn extends cool fingers Summer breathes her last . CLP 31/08/2019 Read more
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