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A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

It’s Thursday

and it’s raining,

it needs no explaining

but the dogs must go out.

“Hey, Dad!” they shout.

“There’s a lot of it about,

and we don’t care

if the weatherman says it’s raining…!”

I couldn’t argue with that;

and, so, here we are

an hour later

wetter than an otter

soggy as a…

well, pretty wet.

Towelled down and frisky

(we don’t want to be risky)

and showered and dry

(that is my

warm up)

we are inside and warm…

still it does rain

and later

we get to do it all

again.

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4 Poems from a Walk. No. 2: In Absentia

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In Absentia

The absence of something
The presence of nothing

There is Silence

Still.

There is always something
There is you
Me
Perhaps you are the b
In absentia
And I am the i
Sent apart
Never to meet.

4 poems from a walk. No. 1: Onabench

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Onabench

On a bench
Limbs can be rested
For a moment

On a bench
You can watch
A small world pass by

On a bench
A poem may be
Or not be written

On a bench
You can hold hands
Even when alone

On a bench
You can speak French

C’est la vie
On a bench.