Wednesday, 8 June 2022
Kathy
Clattered steps in the evening,
your steps echoing to a beat,
bowing to an Atlantic breeze,
other times a struggled moan,
before a fretful swollen sea,
a drumming racket all along,
a wish, more than any dream,
how different is my memory,
I mean, does it trick me,
with the smell of ozone,
arriving from the Hebrides,
laughter singing in every bone,
our name is a scream,
above a front door gently,
what do you really believe,
like an arriving boat,
no one needs,
your slouch towards home,
a broken wheel.
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