nature

He’s close enough to sink into the swirling galaxies and worlds of her pores, close enough to struggle in the whirlpool and …

Something grey something fast crashes shivering past my eye A seagull, babe young fusses about the bins like grandmothers fuss …

A mess of moss and broken dead wood underneath my boots my jacket, military handmedown had wire in the hood …

Wake up! To stains and recollections Memory’s working overdrive To decide which words were reckless n which were wise Outside, …