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Rope Swing

over River Ching,
attacked by floating feral shopping trolley.

Farmers` run off,
dead river, industrial open sewer

fizzing and foaming like Jekyll`s Tincture:
canals reborn!

Thames throws up a thousand years
every time the tide recedes;

riding bikes into the Lea,
drowning maggots by the million,

thug fisherman catching
and killing.

Fighting the flow at Dobbs Weir,
streaming green-weed scent

still rouses cloy of drowning-
but I`m still drawn.

Monster pike tiger-striped
caught by a six year old,

and the net drips silently,
on her rose-pink Wellingtons.

poem by Bob Dellar
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