Walking down a country lane
we are overtaken by a dozen
low-flying military transport planes.
Trees duck, and blossom
in a nearby orchard blows about,
and as we watch, a figure
with ear-muffs on, standing alone
by an open door waves down.
And then they've gone,
climbing over the farm and up the hill,
and we walk on to a junction
where a schoolbus has gone into a roadsign.
From The Yellow Crane No 20 (Spring 2002)