White black poplar down
Floats
Sinks
in defining space
The way that stars do
in their absence
White black poplar down
Floats
Sinks
in defining space
The way that stars do
in their absence
Flat calm
White webbed coots foot
A weeping willow
for a sandbag
three ducklings’ pillow
Food on the soil above our heads
Deep water underfoot
Rain spattered face, inside
Outside. Sunlit wet
Jubilee celebrations
loaded on flatbeds
bridle paths
cup of tea puddles
An Oxford Street, still on parade
Be-strung with union jacks
and North through eye scratching planes
to the peaceful saint
Superfast trains