It is ten before ten pm. A heron flies
a commute run from the churchyard to the harbour.
A hundred swallows gyre.
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recently posted poems by alan reynolds
It is ten before ten pm. A heron flies
a commute run from the churchyard to the harbour.
A hundred swallows gyre.
Precise and evocative!
Great to hear! That’s what I was heading for and so often don’t reach.