My mother hung out seeds
for the endangered sparrow...
and whatever eats its chickballs.
Pluckings, in a semi-circle.
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Awake hours before Mum and Dad,
I'd tip-toe down to see him:
Early riser, old man.
I sat in his snug, watching his hands,
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First Aphrodites have a raw deal.
The Angevin blonde in my village Sirened
every yeoman with a pitchfork: lush and lithe seventeen,
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My favourite photo of Wales:
shepherd leading dog
on the drovers' path above Glascwm,
the man's face a life-mask
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Then, I never loved you
But Memory does now;
A Muse, you see, creative
And I long for you too late
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It was every zoologist's dream.
In this fjord-Iceland
the other side of the New World,
Sirenians, sea cows
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Dawn-mist in laurel:
a hen blackbird tilts her head
dowsing for earthworms
while indoors my PaperMate
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My father lives in my dreams now:
In death he is half a stranger,
Professional, like my doctor.
He has left me behind, moved on.
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1 Opportunists
What we throw away
is their feast: a slice of bread,
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Gaudy abstracts do nothing for me.
It's that backpack girl, head
between her knees. She must be trying to duck
a seizure, stem an earthquake
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