This poem is taken from PN Review 216, Volume 40 Number 4, March - April 2014.‘St Oswald’s Church’ and Other Poems
no the word’s too dry like crusts or
biscuits let’s call them mother-
petals new-leaf mother-
their throat-pink fading at the apex
Suddenly everywhere pocks
on the sky drifting sideways
adrift as children
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