St Nazaire

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I am immersed at St Nazaire

its rural quietude hangs heavy

deafening my willing solace,

as a sombre dawn teases the dark

fully ripened sunflowers the 

branches of a mimosa tree 

overhang the French window 

in a black on blue silhouette that 

could easily be a painting,

long seed pods take on a paler wash 

as each minute slips past my eye,

the cool air passes over me like a 

promise that I know will get broken

and I feel challenged by the calm,

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© Graham R Sherwood 09/25