Andrew Lansdown: Two Poems
The Pleasure
It is my pleasure,
the pleasure
I give to the chooks
as I toss the scraps
and watch the scrapes
and scraps erupt
between them as
with clucks and pecks
and quick scratchings
and wild flappings
they wolf down
without snivelling
the sops from our tea.
Andrew Lansdown
Dip
A little dip
in the broad rim
directs the brim-
ming rainwater
where to over-
flow, gliding slow
or quick in drib-
ble, drip or drop,
from the wide cup
of the level-
standing garden
granite basin.
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