Behind those eyes

We've talked a lot about micro-climates

About families

In happy times and war

We've thought a lot about

I hesitate and wonder why

The young girl is unhappy

We've broken yolks, had late night talks

We've seen the upside down

Airplane glider

In summer dress we've guessed

Much, or much less

Than all the swollen, fallen lottery numbers

With your manicured road sides

Your private drives

Robins on the wire

Invited words of invitation

A birthday celebration

To make her cry

An elemental elementary micro-climb

Behind those eyes

The blue of deep blue sky

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Interruptions on the circle line

Aluminium greenhouses

Flat packed with flat glass

Slide along doors

There's hardly room for two

A watering can and aubergine

Tomato plants for mistletoe

Stories of the war

Interviews with the grand-daughter

Time to take a break

Move on from the seagulls overhead

I've lost my thread

There's hardly room for two

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Black bird on a green house roof

Indifferent to explanation

You were determined to break the code

That of the unbroken glass

The unspoken class

Just because you can see

Does not mean that you can have

Even the meanest dictator

Sometimes missed

While he grabbed

And if the attraction

Is another life of more than simple movement

A fraction of your time, ad infinitum

Must be left to pass

In trust you can see

More than all possessions

Even the smooth sophisticate

So so meekly kissed

While he stabbed

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Sussex Downs

So many times have I wandered

And now

Sat here, I listen to the soft piano

The pianist adrift

A wake up of wistful, wispy steps

Out and on and through the meadow

Turn slowly, turn over the leaves of tattered paper

The scores of crumpled notes, taken dutifully

Out of the washing basket

Hung there, on the line, in the morning sunshine

With Offenbach

From Life is Beautiful

Knowing that elsewhere

Rivers flow in their own defiance of gravity

Up and down the undulating lawns

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Meander

Thin spoked bicycle wheels

With double derailleur

Gear changers

Where then to go today

Where shall we go today?

Lonely

Pipe tobacco

And rolled up sweater

In the garden shed covered in dust

I've misread, you're all settled to rust

Instead I walk into my other valley

My imaginary abode

Out into the deeper country

Out among the poppy fields

With the oak tree, the ploughed furrow

By the trickling stream and the butterfly

This is the morning sun

And already the heat is on

By midday

The shopkeepers will be sat on the pavements

Too warm indoors

Too warm out also

A cold Guinness

A Jubilee stout

If only we knew what to expect

We, maybe

Could set out our orange groves

Without doubt

We could make our own marmalade

Instead we sit

Pity, we are in fear of the end

We await the return of the cloud and rain

The onset of autumn

We hurry along

On to the thrush of deep winter

Of another Christmas

A Blue Streak, two-wheeler

Dropped handlebar

Racing bike

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