Night time on the edge of town
hush the snoring cats
hear the calling planes above
the air still a clear dark crystal
bubble sliced and set
to wobble hear
the ground it
cricket calls it
leaks out cold in hands
that touch my centre
with the centre of the globe
below
I take myself to bed
I call
the air by name
danger at the edge of town
ReplyDelete... ride the king's highway
the killer awoke before dawn...
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