DECEMBER 1

Roads splayed over terrain,
cast now in a delicate dance
as of a haphazard fawn round a shot,
the sombre esurience qua being
of the rails. Pregnant with parking
complexes and middling dreamed
people.

A gate transient
in tall grass and disguisèd brambles
open perpetually sporadically
by impassioned touches
of asthmatic runners of
wind-

'round and cloaking
limbs and minds, frozen as a body
sits there
is__there
is
dry, cold and stuck
in breaths as no
mere negation; a smothering chill
like warm smothering damp
.