Under the Bridge

with the pigeons and seepage
waiting

waiting for rain to pass
in shorts and T-shirt
thinking 'bout alien

or some such
inch-wide tubes
locked into digestive

play free
play wild
who not to be

explainers
stage managers
suffer the lost

and found
the night
so unglamorous


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Coloured strips of plastic
drop off the door curtain
get picked up and tied to trees

They move in the wind
but I am still
on edge
up through gorse
to cliff side
lie
gaze

wait



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