2/1/09
The new year began
with many bangs: thunder here,
fireworks round the world.
On the second day,
at last after stormy heat
a cool, gentle rain.
9/1/09
Rain and a cold wind.
Today's mournful whine: 'Oh
nine, oh one, oh nine'.
Americans may reverse last line to 'one, oh nine, oh nine'. (It's a sound thing.)
16/1/09
On a quiet night
I remember the blue creek
swollen by king tides.
17/1/09
Blood and medals
The private soldier
is friend, relative, colleague ...
made public in death.
The VC winner declares:
"Out there, we are all heroes."
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The weather changes.
The sky and the creek turn grey.
I lose my wallet.
19/1/09
Still, at 69,
she dreams of Easy Rider.
Those Harleys. The wind.
Comment from my friend Lorenzo:
Maybe a scooter?
I see you on a vespa...
Cruising down the street :)
20/1/09
And my reply:
Such a tempting thought:
elderly insouciance
scooter-cruising – but
Vespas are city transport,
not seen around these ranges.
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