Rock Garden Blues
I stretched my childhood
on the fertile stones, was in tune
with the water feature’s inelastic drone
that drowned the shindy of cats
the ghosts of whinnying horses
the violet scented matrons
and the brown-aled men
returning to meat and vegetable.
One fishless night, insurgent anglers
introduced a blue detergent
to the header tank.
Disemboguements of bubbles
invaded Harbour Parade.
You may have seen, “Clean Start
for Ramsgate” in the news. But not
the wringing of necks, the ironing-out,
the folding away of a boy.
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