– Hoe Mill


Is that a moo­rhen or a coot ?
   – I should know –
the sound has spent
a life­time in my ears
when sum­mer trees
are reso­nant with doves
and lily pads and lilies trap the sun.

The clouds bet­ween the leaves
are buil­ding up or buil­ding down
to ripple in reflec­tions
as I per­ceive my image
from the bridge in double deeps.

These demoi­selles
– so deli­ca­te­ly win­ged –
are skim­ming their metal­lics
on the sheen of gree­ning water
   and I am hin­ged
with summer’s open door
to let them in like angels in the mind.