June: Pegwell

Storm clouds bruise over marsh water
the sea the sea strokes white cliff
transient silver in that second

before the wind rips it.

Out on the marsh the sea birds bicker
over nest building egg watching
the dog startles a hare huge and mythic

in its flight from us.

Yacht flaps jib sail on the horizon
& the light bends over the teacup rim
a distant rainbow as the rain descends:

another wet warm English summer.

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