Low Blow

On top of the bus shelter
Near the golf club
There is a large pool of water.
I can see it from the top deck
Of the number 54.
Surprisingly clear
Although this great lake
Is bounded on one side
by a mass of sodden leaves
The colour of christmas cake.

Overhead the sky
Is silver, lead and slate,
And in the west
A line of perfect blue that pierces the heart.
When the water opens to that blue
Like an eye awakening, or a perfect breath
I will dive into the pool and swim
Very far away

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