Brickwall

I don't want to be a brick in a wall. All bricks look the same and they are cemented into place, kept in rigid order. And walls divide. And life is like banging your head...

Wandering Swallow

Cecropis daurica - Lunan Bay, near Montrose

Voice I

I watch hawk-eyed
rehearse the perfect kill
that day dreams

hone generation's senses
twitch
as they did in the beginning


Voice II

Lost
and cold
the Red Rumped Swallow
rests
The blood red
rump steak
target of a
birth-mark
bird
pauses for breath

The push-pull
walk don't walk
Swallow
parks
its red rump

The red rumpus
is watched


Voice I

I am blind
to beauty

colour blind as well
with perfect
talon sharp
vision


Voice II

Red remains
Red Rumped red remains
a smear of red
remains

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