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Storm waiting
A browser-grey sky, featureless,
shadowed there and there and there
by passing gulls bound for who knows where,
waits passive for an approaching gale.
Passing Rockall, gathering strength,
dallying to play with wave tops in Cardigan Bay,
losing direction somewhat in the Irish Sea,
the winds will land laughing on Lundy,
blowing salt from the sea,
stirring dead leaves on my path.
January 20, 2000
Somerset
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