Michael Shepherd Poems

She saw them coming, that rainy day;
popped her head out of the cave,
saw them trudging sandalled up the hillside;
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It's a book of two halves

First half, a lot of whistle-blowing, rule-breaking, penalties, and the ref keeping strictly to the rules
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It's a bit like a trip in a hot air balloon -
the hot air of thousands of years of
poets poetizing; all trying to float a little higher than the everyday,
just a little lower than the angels -
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First, of nature's course, it was the birds;
for theirs the air, above and over all;
knowing by intuition without need of words
as providential, seasoned, sure
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I wrote, attempting French for a beautiful image which seemed halfway to French already:

Quand les oiseaux migrateurs
rouillent sur leurs branches,
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Plato would have favoured
That internet dating site -
All ideal and Platonic
('til that risky meeting night...)
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I'm still waiting for an answer:
does that spider on the hedge
just do what spiders do;
or does (he, she, it) think?
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How may we walk all free and undisturbed
through life, as if there were no other way?
So that our human nature finds no break
between our nature, and all nature's play?
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If she wants
that extra two inches,
that six more hours of ecstatic sleep-deprivation,
that concrete-and-steel erection to win architecture awards,
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