Why did this happen, again

I saw you at the roadside

By the flowers

And the messages of condolence

For a moment I thought to stop

To sit beside you

To introduce myself as a poet

In that instant your eyes

They saw right through me

There was I

Wanting to use your grief

For my own personal

Gratification and pleasure

However I drove on

Left you to your private meditation

Although on reflection

A few miles down the road

I wished it had been different

Always many coloured flowers

Always notes in plastic pockets

Up and down the roadsides

Scattered ashes, always by the corners

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Mud is thicker than water

You see

If you fish

Right here, on the very bottom

You, without doubt would attract

Quite different species than those

Who masquerade, impolitely on the surface

Yes

Down here amongst the deep mud

In more than murky water

You may both

In accidental collision

Find surprise

Then

Held tight

To rise mercurially upwards

Faster than a rocket

Or

The opening of an eye

It is all about balance

About the touch

A distant understanding

In competition your patience and your mind

And the lessons

Of past and future chance

Bait

Sprinkled on the surface

While butterflies and bluebottles

And dragonflies

And bigger fish

Invisibly, permissibly, pass by

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Care of what is community

Only of a sort

A somewhat limited description

Of the aircraft way above the clouds

Of the reeds right here by the water

Of the mellow breeze

In kindest conversation

The report

Said all was fine

Better than could have been expected

Of this the unknown condition

Of this, to be cared for with placebo

In the rarest of fair fair care

The railway train rattles on by

Commuters on their journeys

Further than they could ever have known

Or hoped for

On the day of the daily departure

On the first class executive arrival

We visited always

And always on a Sunday

The car quiet outwith of any conversation

Unable to say

See I can't even say it now

Goodbye

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Book under cover

The fisherman

Catapults the bait

But all he catches

Are the minnows

The singer

Serenades

But all he catches

Are the sinners

Never undersold

By excessive adulation

He graduated

From waterfalls

And fountains

To the tales

Of older

Soldier boys

The fishing man

Then departed

Another pitch

A tidal wave

The songsmiths obelisk

Throws light

Into more

Than the darkened corners

The observer

With pen

In hand

Misunderstands

Most

Or maybe all

Of the never ending

Struggle

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I want to thank you, but I do go on

All that you want

Is simply

That I love you

All that you say

Is simply that I stay

Around

All that I know

I know

That you have found me

All that I say is that you

You remind me

Of to play, to play so so soundly

All that we gave

We give again

Echoed loudly

All that we say

We say again

Again and proudly

All that you

All that I, all that we

All found resounds

Quietly yet likely

Light shines from the moon above

My love it is occasionally so so untimely

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