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Young birds out training –

Under a fingernail moon ~

Flying sideways eights.

Gaze up at infinity –

The cat, distracted by grass.

Snails in old plastic –

My Grandma would have killed them ~

I don’t have the heart.

New plastic bottle snail home –

She’s smiling, shaking her head.

Magnolia blooms –

My Mother’s garden renews ~

‘Sure that soil is spent’

Her mother famously said –

She was gloriously wrong.

Rusticated walls –
Wood posing as stone, falseness ~
Most unlike the man.

The farm, the garden in bloom ~
Here he is, feeding the world.


You taught violin –

Shafts of light in the school day ~

Sister among boys –

I think we were your children –

and I want to thank you now.

Post flight, wait for bags –
The carousel, they arrive ~
Old nun, beside him.

He stays to help her with hers –
Why do we do that? Strange beasts.


Trudging Oakley Road –
Heavy bags cutting fingers ~
Recalls student days.

Housewarming a friend’s new home ~
Much the same, much also changed.


Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.

It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.

Arranging three shapes –
Neutral ~ outline form, shadow ~
Red green, yellow green…

Fill in the blue white background –
Only now, ready to paint.


Hoheria blooms –
Finally, Summer is here –
White flower carpet.

Excited bees, ‘gainst the clock
Flowers falling, soft warm snow.

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