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June Morning, Erewash Canal


The colliery's a country park:
   his old man shunted coal.
This young dad teaches his lad to fish
   at a bug-flecked winding hole
while opposite a brace of fish
   repeats between the reeds.
Like this, he bellows, hands on shoulders
   pulling the kid around,
who grimaces and squares his shoulders,
   wanting the world to know
he knows. May petals file across
   in fuddles of sun-dried snow.


Rory Waterman

PN Review

September / October 2017


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