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Loch Insh
pudding weather
the wind on the water
reeds dividing
sun shows the two ways at oars
weather upstairs
dungsides and pinespeak
a painterly place
mood revealed for a view
then off again
headhigh passages in bracken
bluebells from the uproot
the steady willow wave
drama of tresses
you see how I’ve not quite forgotten
the people
though that is why we’re here
often will pass like ghosts
they see right through me too
trifle time
it’s almost as if one remembers
the land was this shape already when
a wander off, a forking in the mind
there’s no midge dares this wind
call the wild swans to worship
they still belong to the king
a while since – was it the 11.45?
it’s almost through all of the day
steel rails in their silence shine
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