1731
5.299
26.x.24
bridgeless yet
ekphrastic for Roland
Wakelin’s 1916 ‘Down the Hill to Berry’s Bay’
to be under a hat here
held up with braces
summer one side
dry grass
low brush
the bush returning
craft issuing out
to the sky blue fallen
(too choppy to reflect)
the city rises
shades away
each element unfaced
anonymous enough
the train puffing back from the ferry
time is industrial
all this grey steel foreshadowed
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