Border Landscape

The blue cloudbank trenchwalling the horizon
Turns to conifer-serrated slope
Backed by dark-green canvas with water dashing from rents

Pale velvety dust cushions the feet.
Under the overarched wickerwork of the branches
Sievings of sunlight spangle the path.

Thin sheep-worn partings cross the mountainside’s matted hair.
A lamb’s carcass, dried out on dropping-strewn turf,
is insubstantial as a loofah.

Jerome Betts

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