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The Ambitions of Water

The strings I used to believe I could feel

Are gone.

I have the ambitions

Of water:

Be around,

Go around.

And I simply sit, back

Against the beech bole;

Waiting for the night

When the centaurs

Will come to the valley pool.

 

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Across the Water

Man hangs, happily distracted,

From a dream of smoke.

In another world; his

Friend is at one end

Of a fight-tense line.

Between them a woman whose

Skeleton is a charity-shop stool frame.

Across the smooth water

A thin stick holds up a man.

Me? I’m here; balancing unsteadily

On a reflection that shifts and

Cannot possibly be me

I’m not that colour, I’m not

That rigid, that tired, don’t

Look as old as the water

So faithlessly shows.

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The Ticking of Other Clocks

 

What ghosts will sit

These patient seats,

Drift along aisles, up stairways,

Gasp and wave,

Believe and tremble

When these crowds –

Distracted by the

Ticking of other clocks – Move on?

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We sat at the Bar.

“Rivers are the ribs of the land,” the

Sounding-wise stranger said, eyes twinkling,

“When you buy a field

You’re buying the water:

That it has to offer –

For beasts, for crops –

Or such as it will need.”

Three whole hours

We sat at the bar

While the four-week storm cold

Threw itself at our windows, walls and lives.

Weaving home – the worst for cider –

I marvelled at the fact

That he hadn’t paid for a round.

26/4/2013

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Never Blue

Sunset road is

Empty again;

Only the hard bones

Of  the river of stones

Tremble and flow,

Deep sea-bound slow

‘Neath the gallow-bridge frame.

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This river was never blue;

Water is only ever

The colour of what

It carries –

Or what it reflects.

P.L. Higgs (Linz)

(16th June, 2012)