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Ella Fitzpatrick

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)