On Looking Out to Hamsey

A point in the fair distance,
a marker in the land below,
the churchtower silver-grey
above frostpaved river plains.
Village, property, stone. Lanes
turned permanent long ago.

Here, the safe solid structures.
Names, dates, bloodties. Contours,
cracks, places you can step inside.
The rise of things. Insects, last light.
Late trees cast black with height.
What is far, what is near. Hamsey
in the flood plains below.



May Day at Sokolniki

Toilets in the park, a saucer for
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