Walking on the river bank
I heard a tinkle as of wind chimes.
Peering into the sun-pierced shadows
above the flowing water
I saw some brave, inventive soul had created
a new instrument:
Three empty cans suspended from a tree branch,
whose gently swaying motion made sweet music
to accompany the rambler.
A few seeds blown about by a careless breeze and,
the damp course between stone slabs and house wall
has acquired its very own decoration:
two rogue lobelias.
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