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Dickon Bevington, Cambridgeshire

Poems on the Buses Exhibition

Three Grebes

Over April's first sundown, three grebes make ballet. Three thornshadow beaks, precise on a pinkening stage, tracing old geometry across seersucker water, old patterns whose line pins me, points out now my sudden here. This instant, to the sad brag jazz of geese barking dark be-home-soons, their only audience is me, and nothing but waves between us and cold Venus.