Between horizons

Dust, heat, silence . . .
A truck stops dead
between horizons –
farm workers waiting
to hitch a ride.


For Townes, feline companion (II)

Little friend, long gone,
driving on the N9 to Aberdeen
I feel through the windscreen
as you once did while you lived –
the steadying warmth of the sun.


Passing clouds

We share the fate of clouds
and yet we keep on finding ways
to mark and claim the hours.

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We share the fate of clouds
and so we keep on finding ways
to mark and claim the hours.

- Eduard Burle