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Written by a lake in Bavaria. Compare to my poem Thanet


Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse17 Aug 2016

Ripples of the sun
Flare in the water
Defining the pine-blue
Trees with shadow.

Bobbing heads mark
Complex channels,
Otter-wake trailing
On the edge of a shout.

Beyond a path
of small sharp stones
A wet man lies
Separated, observing:

Every shape of human body
Drapes unselfconsciously;
A breeze blows boats
Into life, bulging

Their sails pleasantly
Bikini-round and full;
No one here
Is waiting to die.