Driving down the Hill

As I drive down the hill,

the reservoir comes into view.

 

Today the surface is a silvery mirror

over ice cold water,

 

favoured by the moon at night

for the odd skinny-dip or two.

 

I envisage someone

the other side of London

 

slyly running a tap

to pull the moon a little closer.

 

That would take my breath away,

like the sight of geese departing

 

across the water, like Vulcan bombers,

in formation overhead.

 

            

 

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[Davidgeo]

Gravity isn't always friendly.