I like this a lot, both as a poem judged as a poem and for the subject
I read j a baker, the peregrine, in the 60s when it came out
and it changed me
still trying to work out how
it's there in the sky of my brain
as to patience and also spying, it seems that they can see pee as a lit up
line
I don't know - maybe like the trail of a high aeroplane or a meteor
so you watch the line advance, work out where the line-maker will be
vulnerable
perhaps rodents know this
perhaps that's why they are always peeing
and, what was I going to say? yes
there's a kestrel hangs over a downland I am fond of
it's nearly always there, as would I be, if I could... perhaps it's not the
same kestrel, as the robin that sits on my old plum tree is hardly ever the
same robin
well, anyway, the kestrel seems quite content to spend its days in the sky
compensating for and using air currents
so, er, yes, thank you
and the baker is recommended; quite extraordinary writing; that's an Essex
version of peregrine
L
On 28 March 2018 at 04:37, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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