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Umbrian Dawn (I)

It rains – quick slivers


the sun dissolves
silence breaks like china
the sky turns
a monochrome, all grey


it rains –


a flutter! – a rustle! – a shiver! –


the windowpane echoes
across the grass
the porch


my breath whorls
against the glass –
caprice of distance
recedes at dawn


it rains
then silence –


the sky bursts anew
in the wake
between memory and sleep.

Umbrian Dawn (II)

(for Denis Brutus)


Mist overflows
over close mountains,


pales the horizon halfway;


the sun strains
yet remains a blur
dull on one side of the face;


birds split the eyelids of beeches
chattering as crickets
in a small open fire;


no scent, only silver-dew
in the grass;


palms upwards,
tiny grey plumes leave my lips –


oh that I could stretch,
lift myself and drift
in that sea,
over cares and sweat
across distances,


but a dog yowls
at the echo of dim traffic;


a minute’s clarity,
and mist begins
to ebb from rock, skywards;


the sun, alas,
honing its knife sharp
for the lilac heart of dawn.