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March
1984
Riverview
March
cold
March
windy
day
fast
run-off
river
quietly
laughing
by
lace
on
the edge
swirling
flowing
away
under
ice and star
leaves
cutting the wind
rustles
tossed
away
beyond reach
soaring
towards
the sun
beyond
forever
a
cry returns
followed
by a duck
then
two
Wow!
so
many
swimming
living
playing
too
cold for me
such
fun it seems
beautiful
diving
deep
up
top
water
slithers
from
Jacob’s coats
blue
(purple?)
the
colour of kings
not
a red carpet
for
these
but
one alive
it’s
gone
the
call came
I
left
back
to
cloistered
life
iron
laws
broken
dreams
yet
full of hope
maybe
tomorrow
yes
maybe
A
bunch of us went to
outside
Peterborough.
to
contemplate
life, the gift
poem,
and friendship.