THE RECREATION GROUNDS GREEN SCOOP

all my memories
will fit inside
a dog walkers morning 

~

& the recs green scoop

& its cistern sky

i gimp past

at tea time

well its there

isnt it

like death is

or a flat tyre

EMPTY AS A TYRE IS EMPTY

theres a moment after we wake

a glimpse out of time
empty as a tyre is empty

before we remember It All

& the day
never does
recover

from this absence 

we had 

no chance

to prod