TROUT   [4] 

James Norcliffe: [1 , 2 , 3 , 4]
  stared out of the window 
her hands gripping the sill 
as if steadying herself 
for a long slow somersault 

far below her the lawns fell away 
stretched as far as the hills 
level stubble & unbearably silent 

and then she was green herself  
stubborn green with a no 1 haircut 
and longing longing for a free fall 
for a cool kiss of moistest green 


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