Unearth 07 Poem by William Pryor

Unearth 07



to write a poem
I sit, I face a window
frames some sky, swaying vegetables
an elbow, glimpses of hat
tappings that he puts in
a new window



my neighbour



carves out his relation
through place to earth
just over there
so different, his tractors



I mean: it's the same dot
finds us on the map



I carve, he carves



thus: ‘homes',
to be tethered.

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William Pryor

William Pryor

Farnborough, Hampshire, UK
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