Willow seed drifts sticky;
ducks dunk to stay cool:
I lift my beer and smile.
My shirt flaps like a sail;
dogs gaze into distances:
it may rain soon.
Inconsequential wisdom:
I yawn,
then chew the end of my pen.
If I wrote about you,
you would not like it:
I would not tell the truth.
All last night anger gripped me;
today I am wistful:
what mysteries.
Firethorn petals
strewn
on sun-warmed flagstones.
Tall now,
against a fence,
hawkweed sheds its fluff to the knots of a breeze.
A maze of widening eyes;
a drift of willow seed:
I put down pen.
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Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
