June by Martin Locock

I am not a silent poet

A week of rising heat

hate tainting the air

and a fatal shot

A lunchtime walk

along the riverbank

brown water running high

two coracles

paddling downstream

in parallel

time slips

this could be long ago

or now

a seagull wheels

wind rustles reeds

cooling the blood

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