Discovering a Poem

I discovered a poem the other day I'd written a year ago - and competely forgotten about. I wrote it on one of the inner pages of a new notebook (why I did this, I've no idea). I've been steadily filling the notebook with notes on guitar lessons. Well, the other day I turned over the page at the end of a guitar lesson.... and there it was. The reference to angels was, I think, a reference to a print by local artist, Piers Browne:


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I saw no angels:
only the sun
catching the slates
of the wet roof
after the rain.

The stream was full,
coughing its way impatiently
through a concrete pipe.
A skylark sang and,
on the opposite hill, a car
twinkled like a fallen star.