No fish-merchant at the street's end now
'Palamut, palamut' no more
even the simit-seller walks on silent feet
the snow descends in feathered lumps
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Good morning Mr Magpie
alone again, like me
I greet you then I bless myself
and hope that I shall see
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This time I nearly didn't know you, Gaia,
elegant dancer; slow smiler
the children, of course, they knew you from the start,
knew you and loved you -
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The germ of an idea came to me
Watching a botanist on my TV
He said a species could be recognized
as great by how much world it colonized
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Down at the bottom of the world
amongst the snow and sleet
stands a lonely Emperor penguin
with an egg upon his feet.
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A pair of herons flying from a ditch
wheeled low and elegant over the road
one flew too low - a sudden car
ended her gracious flight
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I'm wet and I'm wiggly
I'm slimy and squiggly
I live in the weeds
I swim through the reeds
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The desert is a strange old place
Just rocks and sand and sky
and big black birds with hooky beaks
that hover way up high
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Dripping in rain at the year's end
an elegant old town - too large for those who've settled here
they move in dreams over the scrubby grass
pushing through memories along the square.
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Last night I had a dream of Ireland's Eye
wind-ruffled island of my childhood hour
- waves, restless seaweed, cliffs and gull-filled sky
the ruined church, the ever-watchful tower.
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