Monday, 19 November 2007



Thirty Canadas
and Canada the last thing on their minds
flew in lower air above the birch

Gleaning grounds warming in the morning sun
had filled their crops with wheat

Meeting eyes above the stubble
decided that the mere - though low -
fetid as a carrion corpse
as droughtrage summer lingered on
would do for swimming
cooling water flowing round their feather

but streams of rushing water
sweet from days of hanging in the upper air

would suit them rather better

copyright 1996 Charlotte Peters Rock

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