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David Banks
Sonnet 22.05.17
why when scanning old slides some features fade cloudlike creating faint watercolor washes scant outlines of sometime experiences paling to the scarcely recognizable pictures forever framed fixed but sliding slowly towards total whiteout
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when others whip back bouncing forward with frenzied clarity to squat squarely in full view flaunting vitality and fresh youthfulness years since squandered or simply slipped silently away to the faint silhouette of a washed-out slide
David Banks
Sonnet 14.07.20
just beyond spring equinox mooring buoys blossom boats cockles spawn in estuary silt wilted sprigs desiring dew burgeon ticing bumblebees sidling towards the solstice drizzle dried zenith dawdling retarding slowly shrinking daylight with hopes of late heightened heatwaves staving off the start of autumn and the gradual grounding of smaller craft fearing the ferocity of the first storm leaving buoys bobbing briskly in gently lapping winter waters
