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Between crows at dawn
barking the latest news
of their Shogun ancestors
and sparrows at dusk
debating the meaning
of a fragile economy,
the International garden
discovers a stillness
absolute as brushwork.
Slow carp might stir
the long lily roots
with their silk kimonos,
clouds will definitely
drag the odd shadow
across duckweed lawns,
but the one real event
will be my decision
to lift a red leaf
from the fang of rock
overhanging this pool,
and so free the current
to fall to earth
which will never again
be one and the same.
From Poetry London 61 (Autumn 2008)