Morning Walk

The view out the back

Must be of more houses

For all I can see, all around

Is houses, houses, houses

How long ago

Was Kestrel Drive

A meadow, or a field

Or a habitat, for birds of prey

Today I sit on a bench

There is a nameplate

Bur this is no one’s favourite place

And I doubt it will become mine

Especially with the lawnmowers

And hedge trimmers chiming in

Also the hungry seagulls

Waiting to pounce

But the sky is blue

Only one small cloud

And that a good way off

But heading in this direction

As was the community bus

Which slowed down

With a squeak and a squeal

Before making a right turn

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Step, Tread, Enter

With the power of the soul

I aim to find myself

To be released

Or re-conceived

Into the love of beauty

Such that I might walk

To the top of the woods

Where the clearing welcomes me

Also, all of those

Who take a not dissimilar path

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Dreamer’s Cottage

Half-way there

Half-way home

Half-way to everywhere

With boys in black and white and blue

Same as it is

Same as it ever was

Half-way

To nowhere at all

A place on the coast

Space by the sea

In the surf

Before the swell

Half-way

To dining out

Half way to dining in

Without music playing

Same as it ever was

Same as it is

Half-way

To no memories whatsoever

A place by the sea

Space

To walk on the sands

With a smile for you

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Still, Life

Oh yellow bird

On river leaf

For that moment

You make me so so happy

Oh soft, pink rose

On green foliage

In that glimpse

You gift me bliss

Oh simple calm thought

In rested mind

With this peace

You and I are at one

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Decorum Est

Such is the force of recovery

That I have walked into town

On three or four occasions

The green leaves on black

Suggests the same bitter experience

With the American coffee deliveries

Outside, or across from

The Consortium, I sit in a room

Called the library

Where the other customers apologise

For being too too noisy

With their knives and forks

Which reminds me

Of Mucknell Abbey, where

We were told to be quiet

With our cutlery, especially

Not to scrape too too loudly

Across the crockery

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