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a place to graze the eye
note the levels
here a shimmer
of springtime buds
downstream
the glaze of mist
you point out to me
carved in stone
a bird stilled
for centuries
its crest
on a college wall
but quiet now
from a lilac bush
badly in need
of cutting back
a robin
ups and leaves
for Coe Fen
Lammas
on to the place
where rivers join
Paradise
is it
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A stone wyvern –
weighed a ton.
Midnight prank there come dawn.
Snow dusted the college lawn.
We knelt, shaking.
Then it was done.