The sky:
rags
on bushes
in
a wintry gale.
The barbed-wire fence:
a
lunatic's music
sprinting
down the valley.
The mountains:
tossed heads
with
their silvering sheen.
Telephone wire:
daisy-chained
voices
humming
out of tune.
The lake:
a
shirt that blew
off
a line.
Rowan tree:
tongue
on the mountain
shaping
high C.
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