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The sky and sea merge
Into strange flecks of grey.
Neither fish nor fowl
There is a lot of empty space.
And that dull, withdrawing roar
Of yesteryear.
Last year, on this very  day, 
Of shock and awe,
was your funeral:
wildflowers on your coffin
an emptiness inside
I read your poem 'Lemon Light'
Then there were 'Eden Rock and 'Adelstrop'
You knew all the hedgerow flowers of Cheshire
Didn't you Chris?
You listened to and named
all the birds of the Cheshire plain
Without you, nothing is the same.




◄ BOSNIA (July 11th, 1995)



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