The Kingfisher Poem by Clive Culverhouse
The Kingfisher
metallic skimming
through rippling playground's advent
dive, this bullet, dive
why electric matadors
capture a camera's edge
poised for trigger start
heralds this branch-born sentry
time waits besides me
taking flight, sweet javelin
panning, frames reel off in hope
flash of nature's peak
a bird of agile measure
trueness in a lens
whose splash, a dart through droplets
- our lake, the earth redeeming
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