114

swifts rooftop grand prix
primitive voices tangled
in blurring of wings

113 Depression

alas black flowers
still unmistakably
in a wonky vase.

112 Dunkeld

dinosaur foxgloves
tall, looking back, curious
at evolution

111

stars from clouds falling
stone birds downwards are calling
tears in seas brimming

110

hills strengthen skyline
something solid to hang on
our lives of birdsong