Time #1

when it’s been really hot

like today, close to the mid-point of June

eventually the blue begins to thin

as if mixed with a few drops of white spirit

.

the air moves a little faster

adding cool to shade

under the solitary oak

crowning the rise

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arrhymic sounds of a distant road backwash

strangely vigorous mid-afternoon songs of blackbirds

who call as if expecting rain

but it won’t, not yet

.

there is no accumulation of clouds

over the Blackdown Hills

just the wind seasoned by a dash of brine

chilled through months of swirling winter tides

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provoked, other birds respond, goldfinches

keening for respite from potential drought

trying to sweet -talk moisture from the sky

to fill the hard-set hoof prints and tyre-track hollows

.

to soften the soil and freshen pasture

to fill the brook now wearing a skin

that barely covers its old bones

its smoothed stones lie dry, matted green

.

heading west into the breeze

every feather extended to the full

a buzzard floats along the hedge

then shifts its path toward the wood

.

I sit against the towering trunk

spine aligned to its hard rutted bark

listen to the plaintive songs

wonder at how fast my sixty years have gone

On Water XLVIII

throws itself from clouds

chuckles down holes in gutters

again? you big kid!

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n.b. Endless hours of fun. This is where the British get a reputation for always talking about the weather and having a dry sense of humour.

CLP 26/05/2021

On Water XLVI

makes up eighty-five

percent of grass, around sixty

percent of humans

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CLP 23/05/2021

On Water XLIV

I love the way rain

draws colour to dull pavements

illumination

~

CLP 22/05/2021

On Water XLII

cast adrift on rain

cherry blossom stains pavements

passing thunder storm

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CLP 20/05/2021

On Water XL

after-rain sunlight

streets shimmer in evening glow

soaked walkers steam dry

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CLP 17/05/2021

On The Street, Leicester

May. Rain so intense it hurts

like February.

Two tall men stood

on the corner outside

the mini-mart by the station.

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A ham and cheese sandwich

with a note shared

stories of losing fathers

in youth. Two lives

navigated by guesswork.

~

CLP 14/05/2021

On Water xxviii

April’s lost showers

failed to apologise

for turning up late

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n.b. How rude.

CLP 06/05/2021

On Water xxv

under umbrella

lovers rush seeking shelter

breathless excitement

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CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xxiv

temperature drops

wind picks up, swirls through reed beds

air tasting of rain

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CLP 02/05/2021