MAGPIES
AT THE ROUNDABOUT TWO MAGPIES
I WONDERED WHAT THEY HAD STOLEN
FROM WHERE AND FROM WHOM.
THE ROAD TO OFFRANVILLE AN EASY RIDE,
MY THOUGHTS BEYOND ME NOTICING LITTLE BUT
MY MOOD - AU BEAU FIXE, HAPPY EVEN
IN THIS LATE JULY DAY.
AT THE GARDEN RAIN GIVES WAY TO
WARM SUN AND WE NOTICE
NO WISTERIA, NO PIONIES, NO DAFFODILS
NO COLOUR.-
GREEN, SILVER BIRCHES
A HUNDRED FEET HIGH SCRAPING
HEAVEN.
HOLLYHOCKS AS HIGH AS HOUSES
LOOK FRAZZLED
BY LAST WEEK'S HEAT.
THEY TALK OF THE NEXT FIVE DAYS
HOT, WELCOMING IDLE TOURISTS
WHO POLLINATE THE GARDENS
LIKE REDUNDANT BEES.
THEY ARE CHASED FROM THE GARDEN
NOT BY AN ANGEL BUT
UNEASE.
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