cold night in worcester park
a plane noses down toward heathrow
heads in from the chiswick line-up
winking across the line of orions belt
the
dog star
lurks low behind
a chimney pot across the avenue
baleful perhaps though hidden
my breath drifts to the garden fence
a fox barks somewhere near
a hard frost settles in the grass
and a few leaves stiffen
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