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Swallows

Here comes the summer
Out of the blue in monochrome,
Crochets and quavers on telephone wires
Gathering
Until they are swooping chords
Harmonizing with the wind.
Long tailed minims
Chasing bowed swifts
Who like sopranos
Scale higher and higher
Hold the note and
Then become dried Darjeeling tea leaves
Spilt on the doily of a willow patterned sky.

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so imaginative. great song of images. regards,