Ian McMillan Poems

It began as a day so ordinary that if it was a shoe
It would have been an ordinary shoe; the kettle
Boiled boilingly and the steam hung in the kitchen
Like drapes in a play. Someone came up to the door
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Shadow of wings
Falls over settee
So this isn't a hut
Or a tent. This be
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You can see them from a long way off,
From when you pass the half-visible ponies
In the field where the school was
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