Where were you last Christmas
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The mountain stream
bubbling towards the sea,
silver in the evening light
crossing hills and far away.
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The long day closes,
safe with moth and fox,
silent owl and timid badger.
I wait the sun, paths tripped
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It winds its drunken way
as all lanes since Chesterton,
Hedgerows, verges, centuries old
green shoots in the fields
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Mozart, I antiscipate or think I can.
You suggest, imply, leave the rest
to my imagination, I wait......
A discord I know will overwhelm
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Remote and lonely baritone
the first in May,
clock-work, mechanical,
two notes not to be forgotten
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I danced her rhythms, long black hair
restless feet dark eyes and pouting lips,
to my shoulders stood and kissed my cheeks
promised more, if I would only wait,
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There is a poppy in the garden
the first I've seen in years.
Ten years ago they left...
were they mourning for my love?
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Hoardings shouting at the street,
those in buses reading as they pass
of perfume, razor blades and Guinness,
selling space and advertising
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Floating half hidden from myself
buoyed on ferns and things like that
sheltered from the wind and rain
trees, shade from the sun and glare.
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