December 2011
1 post
Cornwall Poem
when I fly into the heartland like a speeding arrow the road opens up before me like a river with a hundred estuaries all leading to the sea. in the car park at Wadebridge persistent rain, and the sand in the cracks on the floor of the van make this a safe place to sit and wait listening to the fingers of rain drumming on the roof and some seagull choir gathered outside practicing their broken...