ROUTINE MANOEUVRES
(Findhorn Beach)
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I could hear music (sometimes I like it)
out past the wind mill milling the wind
viva the sand dunes, viva the breakers
viva the swimmers, viva their time
both of them naked out in the water
hogging a landscape entwined in their arms
hugging and kissing, they were dreaming new bedrooms
they were dreaming new houses, they were dreaming new lives
fierce concertos and busy sonatas
oh! the sonatas that sang in my head
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slowly so slowly in ascending order
rose from the runway like whales of the sky
impossible giants in faun desert dresses
banked and they flew side on to the beach
routine manoeuvres drowned out the piano
the music was gone the bombers held sway
afterwards silence and putting their clothes on
touching but barely they lay on the sand
aftershock falling, they fell into Findhorn
they fell without knowing, they fell like the rain
who gave the order on a Monday afternoon
to rattle the pebbles
and vindicate love
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