Walking Back

Mike Bell/ May 30, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

That broken – bounced back –
straw-heat of my childhood &
summer-unto-summer runes
[our analogue ignorance] & in
our minds every day was our
endlessness of not-knowing –
as grasses crisped underfoot
in a drought – Loud enquiries
of time [of Mr Wolf] from that
scattering & skipping place of
pre-school kids sent me back
to 76 – Grandad remarried [he
moved on] – Rain arrived & in
fields we raised muddy dams
between reinvented streams –
split straw laid inner strength
into our woeful re-routings of
waterways – dust was washed
off us before we turned home

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