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