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On seeing the Canberra on the Mississippi

January 14 1989 21 years after our departure.

She lays a course in centre stream,

 Her escorts fuss around

 Her bunting gay flies in the breeze

 I hear her claxon sound.

Her sirens’ blast cleaves the winter air,

Her engines pulse with life,

The waters part before her bow,

My mind is rent with strife.

I’d heard that sound so long ago,

On a morning cold and grey,

Had I known what now I know,

Would I have changed that day?

Written January 1989.

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