In Mayo

          

The sky:

            rags on bushes

            in a wintry gale.

Barbed-wire fence:

            a lunatic's music

            sprinting down the valley.

The mountains:

            a row of tossed heads

            with their silvery 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.