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Mama Mada
Wind Dog by Ste p h anie G re e n
A half-bitten smile,
a hesitant kiss,
a hand let slip
—Windoge, vindauga, wind-eye:
the wind is not content
only to have a voice.
Without sun,
without rain,
it cannot see or be seen.
Not a black hole
into which everything
is sucked, but an iris
flexing.
Note: ‘Wind dog’ is Scots for a broken rainbow.
Swimming Lessons by Jack Little
Hard as stone, Mexico City
I measure you in cruise liners
far from the sea and hands wider
than the whole of Northumberland
grasping at clanking locks, the cats
in bin liners are lost in their own
little world – warm and burly the night
light sea, I swear they dance
and what if the rooftop was not to keep
rain out? But to be bathed on, sun bathed
washed in light, watch the ants swim by
I swear this is an ocean and I am learning to swim
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