I drop it at the bus stop, not drunk, I don’t think,
just cack-handed and carrying too much tat.
Face-down beside the kerb, it looks unbroken.
I could leave it there, like Schrödinger’s famous cat,
the damage quantum, both smashed and not-smas... Read more
'Lean is the dull steel flashed white in the sun / Like a sudden lifting of the white-leaved abele, / Flushed from the raw thongs of the birch-tree / The white wood flies through the mists of morning.'