Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Rain on Holders' Lane

Old dog shivers
at the barrier (dayglo taped)

Glass clouds hang
back of windowless
scrim back cloth

Fecal tang
and the still thumb drops

and the leaf rot humps
fence some first words' murk

from the boy in a grown up shirt
his nape
as white
as ache

He says, "Again".

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