I dream twice of a fulmarthe same placewind blastedheld and buffetedfeathers tornbody discoloured I wondered looked into mythknew not the story then suddenlyI remember it was at hell’s mouth I first met the bird and when I flustereddreamed that I was at the mouth of hell shoppingtripping on a stoneguarding a grandchildloving a soncherishing a …
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The last alley
An alley still echoes the moor the heath the poor and the thief Rich with blackberries, gorse, mountain ash and wild cherry The longest season this year, eight weeks while Elsewhere a profusion of plums Apples galore White currants still sweet A moment of thought Thoughtlessness And if this was the last year and next …