Poems for now

nothing in this
afternoon louder than the
angry sparrowhawk

stream trickles
almost-dry aflutter with
thirsty wood pigeons

and sun slants
in golden shafts through tired
boughs where warblers wait

for ripe figs
and the whipsnake
to leave

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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