Friday, 24 July 2015

At Teddington

Of course the unfazed greylag geese each veer
between the ice. The Thames hasn't frozen
in years. Here is where the tidal river 
begins; somewhere a bottlenose dolphin 
might head towards from saltier water.
A chestnut seller hops on the towpath: 
from his battered, black brazier, a red square 
glows like a low sun giving us its last.

Over the crystal footbridge comes a team 
of huskies hauling the sledge on which two 
furred-up, Victorian bluebloods perch: she 
tautening the reins with kid gloves; he so
upright, urging on the dogs, to their berth
in the Surrey hills: a well-tended hearth.

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