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further encounters The closest we ever were was a silence facing each other across the drawing room in the strict arc of the chairs Mache dich mein Herze rein Ich will Jesum selbst begraben Bach the evangelist ebbed and flowed and at my back a crowd of thorns at the window The two of us rigid unable to speak or move again least of all look each other in the eye I can’t remember who blinked first or why * Something of the grey heron the ashen heron in your demeanour when you stood watching herons – nowhere more so than in that photo one of the last where wasting visibly on that extreme Australian reserve 162
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you took yourself off to in a further removal you are standing tall amongst your leggy waders * Leaving the moated lady who lives where the rivers rise and where the heron fishes on the sandbank at the cross-current I met you on the track in your medium and nothing could grow old anymore while the balsam cotton was falling slowly towards and past me forever 163

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further encounters

The closest we ever were was a silence facing each other across the drawing room in the strict arc of the chairs

Mache dich mein Herze rein Ich will Jesum selbst begraben

Bach the evangelist ebbed and flowed and at my back a crowd of thorns at the window

The two of us rigid unable to speak or move again least of all look each other in the eye I can’t remember who blinked first or why

*

Something of the grey heron the ashen heron in your demeanour when you stood watching herons

– nowhere more so than in that photo one of the last where wasting visibly on that extreme Australian reserve

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