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on the river
an arrow shotfrom the hornbeam-cloaked bankswung past the willowdisappearing in a blur of orangeand flashing blue n.b. Kingfishers are quite special! CLP 26/08/2024 →
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Puppy Love
August had baked the soil, ripened the grainHarvest had progressed uninterruptedWe laid on our backsShoulder to shoulderThe late-afternoon Sun pinned us to the parched lawnThe grass had stopped growingA fortnight or more agoPale in leaf, sharp dry stemsPrickled the skin if we movedShe was watching the cloudsReally studying themAs if in all her past summer →
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on August
holiday seasoncity market half boardedrustle of lime leaves~ n.b. There is something special about being one of the few citizens who spend the summer months at home, while so many head off on holiday. It’s quiet, like a Sunday morning, every day and the sounds of goldfinches chattering away, or the wind breathing through the →
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on the cusp
does the see-saw ever sitperfectly balancedbetween land and sky? ~ CLP 06/08/2024 →
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on time
What are you waiting for?Mornings like thisAfter the rain?Street dust, turned to mud streaksHarden in early July sunPigeons content callingAnxious chittering of goldfinchesA pair of lycra-bound cyclistsWhirr up the streetBound for where?On the riverbank a pair of swansHeads resting on folded wingsSleep with one eye openA dog, unleashedSnuffles around the benchAround discarded beer cansAnd their →
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