6000 birds

some of the sky

millet blurred by
a bilberry's elegy

rain has
a habit
of starting

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traveling through Fife

my head
6000 birds

the freshly cut fields
a poem
of red and yellow

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all my problems
a yew tree
full of berries

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blue sky

my hair
thinning on top

in the park
only the sycamores
have leaves left

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Christo Coetzee. Head in Pink. 1987