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- Ruchazie Moon
- Wild Neighbours
- Nothing to be Concerned With
- Ruchazie Blue
- Sterrheid Senryu (sequence)
- City Senryu (sequence)
- I’ve One More Thing to Say to You
- A Short Love Poem
- Another Short Love Poem
- Jeanette
- Eve
- Tonight
- Cathy
- On a Skye Littoral (sequence)
- A Short Journey
- Lamb: Stillborn
- Snow (sequence)
- Colour Me Green
- Incommunicado
- For God & Country
- Wovoka’s Song
- Write Time
Colour Me Green
When the north sea boils, &
its few remaining fish
poison our children.
When the trees are all stripped bare, &
the water becomes too sick to drink.
When the air is, finally,
too foul to breathe,
YOU will produce your papers, & tell us:
“we were within the agreed guidelines.”
