Maps chart tomorrows
Finding the distance
Between faultlined selves
And coordinated belongings
Closer to free
Perspectives are scythed
This heady summer
Of clear truths
Pollen strewn and
Seeds soil-felled
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Butterflies skim by
Tortoiseshell, browns, fritillary
A field full
Barley, wheat, maize
Green, yellow, gold
The distant water
A silver foil
Thin behind reeds
And the woodland
Chestnut, birch, oak
A steam plume
Cooling factory chimney
Blows against horizon
And still sky
Like a cigarette
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Time when weighted
Bows towards harvest
Drys leaves bronze
Looses the grain
Cracks the earth
The migrant waders
Will soon return
And call this home
MW Bewick 