The air is clear and resinous
and hot as bells
It's a long way from the caravan
through fields of maize
a steep ascent through pine
to this ravine
He has already fallen twice
gashed his knees
which ache like buggery
It's worth it though
boy's legs mend fast
and when did you last see
a hawk become itself
inside a sky like this?
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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That’s a nice finish Colin. Spare and evocative. ::Peter
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