You don’t really stay here; a hotel is a place at which you arrive and from which you depart.
They told you stand barefoot, the cool grass
spreading for the soles of your feet; weight
It’s not that he’s too old, he just doesn’t want it,
the practice being enough and sometimes
making the cut. Top half of the leader-board
The Tree reading in the street: ‘The Frome children, who all even the boys bore the names of flowers, were making a trifle …
Those spacious months when we lived
continents apart, pens were back in,
our letters made days more bearable.
In the cousins’ room the light bulbs crack.
There are limbs reaching out
Amateur musicians join me unexpectedly so
a kind of music I know nothing about –
I find her tilted, head up
and listening, ear shaped for the universe.