blind horse

a blind horse leads us to Gargrave
a canal
sloe gin plant on the lane
a new country from here
well drained grassy
huge cows, more sheep
moving onto conversations about planes
they are flying overhead
tornadoes, spitfires
6 billion dollar stealth raptor jets
flown by Americans not here
something about remote controlled planes
piloted from Las Vegas
flying in Iraq
children playing in the river
200 Russian submarines rotting in Murmansk
fluffy fluffy seeds flying through the air

We follow the river Aire upstream
meandering in its bends and oxbows
across the bridge that is being renovated
and onto a smaller bridge that lets us watch the fish below
a diablo performance on the bank
skilled
sunny slowly we arrive
cove capturing the evening glow