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Early Evening, Manor Park
Ray Stebbing
Western light slants through thick air,
gilding the dull yellow bricks and slates,
and the windows of the terrace across the tracks
beyond the garages’ flat black roofs,
beyond the grey wall topped with wire,
beyond my sad, neglected garden’s end.
Above, in a streaky pale blue sky,
five white birds wheel in blessing.
Will morning light gild my grey slates
and dull bricks and bring like benison?
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