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I

 

One quarter of a century has elapsed

the diurnal movement of a life-cycle

rotating on its own axis

turned inwards and away from

hung by a nail upon the casement

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Railway Tracks

Twice or thrice they crisscross

Across the level crossing

And the nettles cling

Stubbornly to their sides

Spreading their displeasure

Upon the broken ridges

Of crumbling soil;

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Requiem

You draw your breath

yearning

a sadness infinite

in its contemplation;

 

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Riverbeds flowing

The rocks stretch out their arms
To homeless pebbles in the sand
As the white waters leap
Downhill in headlong pursuit
Of happy, lapping hours.

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Sea Gull (Leith Docks, 1995)

Once before I've heard this

anguished cry

 

A long-drawn note of many-lettered woe,

The great open beak straining

against the roar of raging surf;

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