The Green Buoy
I’ve nothing to say to the
green buoy out there in the waves
bouncing on its chainy knees
then up riding an incomer
down floating with a swagger I’d
never say gracefully the sun
shining on its wet struts
arms akimbo Cossack dancing
Whey-hey as a big one
streams over whispering in its
kellyman ear a secret (You’re
invincible) I’m
not supposed to hear.
John Barnie, The Green Buoy (Kinnerton, Presteigne, Powys: The Rack Press, 2006), 12.
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