Our Nation’s Favourite

Under vintage leafless beeches
you gauged your variations of steps -
it was too easy to tread unevenly
on a path of cross-hatchings

and line workings against sunlight -
there you dipped into a greyed intensity
of illustrative shadowing - losing our dog -
briefly - in a denser pencilled place

Then sweet eyewashes . . .

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