Heriot Toun in summer

Words for Spring 2006

One clear line

It's only one clear line
one of the unwritten rules
between the sharp upper shape
and the lower


a reflection

In this light now
the rocks in air and water
are strong, white, equal.
The liitle green's gone
in spaced dark business

till a pair broach the still
just about
and short waves amalgamate.
Maroon as a tint in the charcoal blacks.

Down the east bank
the neighbours get noisy
but porpoises are quiet as ever

Bigger music turns our heads.

The fin is small
but followed by a long falling back

When she next blows the beak is out.
Patent leather dives again.

Ian Stephen

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