after the downpour
steam rises from the cattle
in the morning sun

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…..a few memories of last summer -

rifle shots somewhere
straining at her lead, the dog
drags me home

the silver willow
damaged in the storm
slightly lopsided

at the service-station
the men from the tour bus
all head the same way

among the houseboats
paintwork peeling, torn curtains
the “Lovely Lady”

held up at roadworks
how lovely! a field yellow
with buttercups 

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