So they arrived, over the window,
Flying into my marooned frame
Suddenly. Their eyes radiating
Through the iron drifts of cloud;
Their voices, grazing the air.
They brought memories of words
In their worldly beaks and I ran to
Them …seeking refuge in their
Flight-paths, their lost discords.
Now, mere gasps in the strengthening
Wake of light.
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* Look out for his Christmas poem 'Presence' to be printed in the Times Literary Supplement, Dec. 2009.