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This May morning slows

dozing its way to afternoon,

lamb and cuckoo 

counterpoint 

the hours.

Sun warmed spear-minted bank,

thickens air humid 

with chlorophyll exhalation.

A blizzard of midges

swarms the dappling water.

Chrome yellow flags 

stand guard where the sedge 

vouchsafes the ranunculus 

swaying in it’s dance of seduction.

A neon streak of kingfisher blue 

cuts through. 

Mud foetid between my toes,

fishbones in my teeth,

I am burrowed down 

in this secreted valley;

like a man on the run,

forever.