Monday, 30 March 2015

Going North



Cooling towers
crowned in vapour

boys on black bicycles
delivering the magpie news

pigeons play chicken
on the misty motorway

bow ties of galvanised wire
a yellow dinosaur

with the keys left in
overnight

an unlocked caravan,
red tops and brown sauce.

Language softens out again.
Cyclops runs the chip shop.

I learn to go native.
I still miss home.

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