Thursday, March 07, 2013

siesta on the canal



For a moment it is still;
the industrial thunder of decanted water
hushed to the trickle
of misfit gates.
Side ponds wait like bridesmaids
in embarrassed silence.

Somewhere,
out of sight,
a swan
flourishes its wedding dress finery,
irritated in the anticipatory quiet.

Gently,
 tiptoeing into the day, 
a shy phutting chug 
whispers that all
 is about
to 
change.

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