What prehistoric beast are you pretending to be?
Sat there in your perfect isolation amongst the bull rush
and sodden earth.
...
You, the North Star or Polaris;
always present, pinhole light that
inspired generations - anchored
without weight, mysteriously
...
Who would have guessed that a small tree
could be so vicious. All day you had kicked
the new football back and forth against
the gable of the red brick terrace and
...