Del Amitri, blunt
from a neighbour's house, shotguns
coy church bells. 'I do'.
That tar thrush impet-
uously reeling notes from
our roof: late Coltrane.
Rain on holiday:
'Rhiannon' (Fleetwood Mac) taps
triste picnic windscreens.
At an Oxford ball
a jazz-rat's Gauloises feather
the chord of midnight
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