The wind-cut is pure, north-easterly
scales blown into sky
At last, I've discarded your chain
a thoughtless smile, transition
The golden evening sun at Porthclais harbour
highlights a cottage rented for the summer
A chapter has started
no mistakes this time
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Thin-Stalked, Light-Green Grass
We get a thin-stalked, light-green grass
that grows on new embankments
like alongside new or upgraded major roads
and it just looks wrong
They've put a chunk of it near the weir
and a hound is in there grinning
squat muscly, dog-todge watering
It's a cloudy day and patches of buttercups and daisies
on the broad lawn that edges the rose beds
remind me of blood stains from a running knife fight
On the next bench, I hear a voice
they strip your dreams like crows clean bones
but I sit
and I could say, before this, or I could say, after this
but I believe I have to say, this
I get home and see the sun coming out
perch on the front wall for a smoke
A lad goes past with his scratchy cell phone
wild thing, you make my heart sing
…yeah, shake it, shake it, wild thing