Jeffrey Wainwright

2 Poems


rain glints on the copper beech

standard cirrus motionless above


that will do –

the poem has been here

or hereabouts

many times

and what does it do

with its words?

where does it take us to?


are these rain glints

the very ones I think I saw?


disillusionment can fall

at any hour

nine eleven or twelve

just as words do

in or out of poems



their pitter-patter



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