Saturday, 16 December 2006

Two summer poems (for midwinter)

Migraine weather, ninety,
or ninety-nine.

Blipping poplars
barcode a road

straight as rail, or
a thermometer line.

Four dogs, down, tongues
like untucked shirtstails.

Mud, or Assyrian concrete,
preserving the hook-prints

of its many past horses,
all facing in different directions.

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