looking out from a cliff-path’s shade of sycamore’s salt-browned leaves a blue water day, fly-crawling summer itches waves winking white the slanted sails of single hulls keeled over one catamaran flat to slapping water sails
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lines of drizzle march up the green-sided valley past black cows browsing the grass-nobbled hillsides past drenched sheep in pairs pressed into heather-topped scrapes past five ewes in a line alongside the flat base of
Continue ReadingBehind the mask, closed mouth disapproval
A presence in the mind watches fools gather together cheering one another on in their foolishness. A sky-floating, slip-sliding flock of jackdaws comes down to roost, much as a new thought seeks a place to
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