DEAD SWAN
There he is
Alone in the canal
Amongst the reeds
Swooning in the still
Almost alive
Ready for flight
Ready for life
But there is no getting ready
There is only a still
The silence
And the no tomorrow
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Kingfisher
I watched a kingfisher
Create a string of blue
Down the river
In DeBurghs wood
The bird rested at each crossing
Taking a breath at the waterfall
Before setting off
To hunt the little trout
Beauty to Beauty
A young girl
Sits by the canal
A swan passes
Winks at her
Beauty to Beauty
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Poems for Kate
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DELIVERIES
I AM AM FROZEN AT THIS SPOT
I am frozen at this spot
Watching death
Thinning the chaffinch
Silencing the aging wren
Terrorizing the weak
There is no mercy in these woods
No room for complacency
I raise my eyes
I raise my eyes
Walk through bent grass
Calm to a standstill
The oak silently nurturing the foetus
Breeze rapping the ringlets of the daffodil
No mind boggling equations
THAT I COULD WALK DOWN RUSTY WAYS
I had a revenue audit the day I wrote this poem and I went for a walk down the canal and I saw
This poem was written on the Jackie Bracken on the thther side with his dog. I was facing the Tax Man. He was facing the field with is phis dog and stick
That I could walk down rusty Ways
Talk to neighbors about my newest happenings
Fill my legs into rubber boots
An old cap and coat
Plough into field of weather grass
Raised a Pheasant
Caution the Hawk
Sink into the abundance of abandoned time