In-Flight

This is a place of swifts

Or swallows, which appear

To embrace each other

In mid-air

Which gives an altogether

New meaning to the phrase

I don’t give a flying fuck

Though I have to say

That I only caught a glimpse

And it was over in a moment

Which of course brings back

Oh so many memories

Indeed, nowadays

I only manage the foreplay

Which perhaps is what

All of their swooping

And swirling is for

Or is it, after all

Just my senior imagination

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Meet The Lad

Blue skies

Green trees

Yes, really

The very crux of Dartmoor

Two Bridges

To be precise

With black coffee, and

An occasional fierce wind

Yet, directly above

Pure blue

As blue as blue can be

For the moment

My straggling hair

Has shadows

Which bounce on the page

Presumably also on my head

No need then today

Or any other day for that matter

To show off too too much

Of your undefined wisdom

Though a song begins in my head

In an American country style

From Yelverton to Princetown

To the Devon County jail

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Weston

It could be Bass Rock

But it isn’t

The broad Somerset accent

Gives the game away

We are here to be entertained

Let me entertain you:

Diet coke with black Americano

Although you could have Mojito

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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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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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