I never saw them coming
till they were spread bleak
as the limbs of Winter trees
across vacant heavens.
When I said I loved you
I lashed at the wall
with a stick of oar weed
picked off the strand.
Cantankerous old fool:
never saw him coming
till words I spat out
fell like lightning turned
to twigs of rotten wood.
from "Turn Your Head"
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