How do they

How do they walk,
sailing with the air,
oil on watercolour,
whites of the eyes,
universes, parallelled,
besotted with a horizon,
old words in new voice
silver flight, arches, freed
overhanging branches?
They join and are reborn,
as if the world was not all pain.

Summer view

Lifted,
doorless,
amber sands,
faraway,
a fluttering flag.

The wings,
teeth and grass
freshly cut,
skies.

Two boys on the path,
listening to stones,
heavy heads,
stir shadows.

Cherry tree pink,
clouds thinned,
white hart,
summer fields.

Between fingers,
old shores, lapping.