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Near Didcot Power Station


evening:

………………..setting out (again)
the light now drags the water into its
own patterns, igniting new perspectives
……………….shuffled by the surface breeze
unburdened, at the last, if only of its most recent
confinements, a dozen orange cross-hairs on the shore
flicker as if to spark a revival, announcing our
departure
…………….& disturbing my abortive gaze, the
locus is pressure, how the river recovers our most
vulnerable moments, ususally here, casual
amongst commuters our conversation labours against a
proliferation of surfaces glanced from the carriage
window, the talk is of boundaries
……………………………………..allegiance has
nothing to do with it
loping in and out of the evening’s
generous traffic, you crossing & uncrossing your legs

……………………………………..as the train
shudders into a latent siding
credulous amongst the lights, wary
……………………………………..of    water

that by morning threatens to extinguish a city.