Frost, breath, cloud
break - snow on the
mountain - purple
fingered knot
around a bag -
school boy ascending.
Stolid red brick
squatting - on a hill, on
a graveyard - beneath
the arch - that school
his old man hated -
his inheritance.
Mountain arch, river
bank - generations
grounded - growing
thoughts pressing
out - alchemical
confinement.
Awake - the sleepless
night - the river song -
departure - school days
packed in boxes -
night swimming
to the ocean.
Rob is back in town!
ReplyDeleteDo you still have your school days packed in boxes?
It could have been worse - you could have gone to Dominic...
Instead Dominic was my middle name!
ReplyDeleteThe boxes are bound up with crusty yellow sticky tape - a sign of ageing!