Continuing with a current series of poems that I am valuing all your comment
s on very much.
you walk close to the edge
so dangerously close you
do not look back or
inward to the land but out
over the water and fel
its radiated cldness reinforced
by the presure from a wind
blowing precisely from the
South West - there is
no engagement with the river today
although you are so close - thge detritus
on the quay shows where it has been -
it's moving away now with the tide and wonder
if maybe you could
part the waves like Moses
bw
James
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