Must be and is
One is the Echo of the street at four, the Bell and after as kids drift, small growlers into Evening polyester blue, and finished, stopped, the Bell at four o’clock you find it when it is never finished in the Ear
One is the petal turned lopsided, bent on the carpet, geranium, the fade making the picture just as any three points plot a curve and where His hills line up all afternoon or we pretend the hills
One is or two just one or Two the breaking little flakes their metal Butterflies and each one different the same, order accutane no prescription pepper the green, Mop into stone, become and unbecome in Dark
One is the bird that starts it now, no sleep for That one optimist deluded in the Dark that just One day from solstice is at least one thing to Sing for, an optimist and Early better than One second Late
Ian McEwen is a charity trustee, philosophy tutor and Treasurer of Magma Poetry. Many magazines have published his poems and The Stammering Man was a winner in the Templar pamphlet competition 2010. Ian has four children and lives in Bedford.