Tuesday, 28 April 2009

On returning from cremation


Ventilation
(after returning from mother’s cremation)

On the road returning
after cremation a dog-
frenzied or understandable or left sad
in the red wood coppice-

pound upon my dusk
filled with choke
behind his drawl
reflected in certain
and appealing voice,


then hurried and riotous,
an autumnal wind
quieted him ,
and then,
a brief shower.

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