The ride

Domed blue sky
fields falling, falling
to the sea

horse beneath
my being, being
ride the horizon.

Stone, earth
ancient bones
cry of, cry, magpie

four for a boy
flight:

Smoke billows, billows
from cottage garden
framed with snowdrops

bluebells, sunshine
now is forever
listen closely

heartbeat,
heartbeat.

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