Folded card work
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
The tide is sidling up to Almorness, / unmet by those returned now north & west / away from here.
A single sail a blaze of white
/ through haze on a pale blue sea!
/ What does it seek on a far-off shore?