This was first published in Horizon Review, an online magazine, a few years ago..


We took it in together:

planes banking on tiers of sky,

and underneath two cabbage whites

tying knots in the air,

petals on the closing daisy,

lashes round the ox’s eye.

Later the pipistrelle,

its loopy figure of eight,

later still the moth,

its ragged orbit still its own

around its own hot sun.

And binding this our blood,

its start and finish, its brilliance,

the give-and-take

and give of oxygen.


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