round Stithians lake, the
water low, grass and
flowers growing beneath
the high tide mark - how
hot the sun and warm
the air, hard to breathe,
hard to walk

fishermen, canoeists,
little laser yachts, rowers,
wind surfers, did not
disturb the ducks and 
geese, the plunging
soaring curves of martin
and swallow

and near the edge, in
stillness, herons like
statues in grey and
white kept an eye
on everything, without

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