Waxy sunshine, low in the winter sky,
makes twilight in the middle of the day.
Weird palavers of birds – lapwings we think –
stretch and compress: twist, swoop, and come to rest.
Flat against the north horizon, motionless,
stand strange giraffes on London Gateway Docks.
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