The Curlew

Midge cloud
On a lakeside path,
No reflection,
Salts in the bath.

Stepping stones sunk
Without a plan,
Pipes discarded,
A muted man apart.

Except, momentarily,
A persistent
Irrefutable curlew,
Soaring in my heart.

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