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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Biographical · #1369822

A place I used to know so well

Rhymney River

Yesterday I was chest deep
swimming circles
dipping jam jars for minnows
inching across the weir
spotting kingfishers
a heron
a buzzard mid-flight.

This morning
I took the dog for a walk.
The waters surface was greenish,
muddied in places.
Downstream a sheep’s carcass lay rotting.
A condom floated by
as I turned to leave.
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