there is often 
something spare such as
a few punctuation marks 
I sent them to the 
four corners of the page
to consider their position

the tongue leant into the wind 
a shed became a cottage
I was warm again 
the hedgerows blossomed
across the water oily with cold
a cormorant flies close to the water a
spring bubbles to the surface 
the oyster catcher skims 

there are hidden formulations secret
codes for the way the world turns
I turned my bicycle into the wind
and rode like the four corners of apocalypse
were firing commas an arrangement
was dissolving before my eyes

I wasn't true to myself there 
were things as yet uncovered
grit in the oyster
red in the eye 
oh four lidded monster my barrier is broken ah
old man my youth has gone
and the folded came rushing and the brush

easy stuff

not worth a candle