Half term and lack of traffic
from the road to Ingleby Barwick
meant I heard a squirrel's claws
on tarmac
from fifty yards away.
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
Monday, 25 May 2015
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
On my way to buy a morning paper #57
Sun behind my head
patching black tarmac paths
with puddled blue-sky promise.
patching black tarmac paths
with puddled blue-sky promise.
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