August 2010
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ode to an urban kingfisher
Sapphire You’re a bright jewel against the ver- Dance to the city’s beat, the eternal pulse The low hum of a machine about to reach Boiling point
Harbinger! But gloriously overlooked There is splendour for those who know The refuge of your wings; the colour of Your voice
Sing You proud, blatant Echo Your world does not sing with you: your ever-changing world But even when it grows...
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the kite
There, raise your eyes and see, that telling silhouette, captivity’s envy. Skimming across 475-nanometre plains, amidst the lambs of Heaven, Feathers cutting like fins through hot, heavy oblivion, wing-shadowed imprints on the golden orb, master of the wafts and updrafts, my Icarus, don’t melt your wings.