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Sunday, 25 September 2022

Llanthony Secunda

Hundreds, thousands, millions

Of plimsoles, shoes and boots

Have eroded the ground

In front of this bench


Which I have to say

Is well secured

With concrete and steel

In case there are thieves about


The sky is bold and blue

Yet the plumes of jets

Criss-cross, above where

Cargo ships would once have docked


The Light-Ship hotel

Waves the Ukrainian flag

Offering a special deal

If you should wish to stay


McCarthy Stone have built

Right up to the flyover

Their ubiquitous multi-storey

Accommodation with balconies



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Saturday, 24 September 2022

Dockside

Disturbed

By the disturbance

To the Leaves of Grass poet

Gifted to me (is it a gift)

By Maria Popova


Disturbed

By the book entitled

The Unconsoled

Gifted to me (is it really a gift)

By Friar Amos


Disturbed

By all the wrong turns taken

In the van without satellite navigation

Gifted to me (she said so)

By the girl at central reservations


Not disturbed, at all

By the service and selection

At Wagamama

Gifted to me ( though I paid princely for it)

By the waitress with the engaging smile



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Friday, 23 September 2022

Natural Divergence

The cloud hangs

Or drifts

Imperceptibly slowly


As if on a stage set

Or a film

About negative capability


So still are the trees

As if renewing the view

Of that Tuscany horizon


Here, with different fruit

It could be for hmm…

But no, I know not what


Except that now

It stretches directly upwards

Whereas before it leant, slant



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Thursday, 22 September 2022

Prinknash

Fresh flowers

In the window by the table

My back nestles

Into the chair

With its plain but curved back

Monastic music plays

In this well-populated café


I settled on

The Tunisian Orange cake

Plus a Benedictine slice

With a strawberry milkshake

Halfway through the cake

I decided that a black Americano

Was also in order



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Wednesday, 21 September 2022

Pierce

Monday morning

Blue sky

Bright sunlight

Wind blowing

Like billy-ho


How far

To the schoolyard

To the maypole

To those memories

Unable to be crystallised



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