Bait the Lines

  it figures ten past eight  the siren - quite faint like highway patrol  ten four route sixty six why for am I telling you this at seventy ...

 pounced by the back hedge watching you  watching the cat watching a rat scream

  penclawdd  -  and the sloughing of a snake-black night broken boats with mud-arsed sailors foot-printed down a sworn-drawn breath estuarin...

cataract   every corpuscle in my blood a poem every neurone a new line every molecule cadence  every breath turns a new page every quantum  ...

  grit every raindrop forms around a spec of dust‬ ‪every pearl around a grain of sand‬ ‪life is the stones in your shoe‬ ‪heaven a bowl of ...

  enchanting perched on the confluence of city and wildness built of warm stone words and whorls of worlds  slow gone‬ out with the tide tha...

 looking back  you see who you were not who you are looking forward  you see who you might be not who you will be