Here's a splash of a piece to disturb the quietness.
& it's only a 2nd draft! But I'm OK about the title - it's the 1st and last 
lines that worry me most - but they might feel Ok to you, I guess...


Poetics & The Sense Of Place

I should always know I love breathing air like this
outside the off-license at the bottom of Smoggie Lane
holding cans of the cheapest beer, each slow lungful
far better than at Wasdale Head at the same time
where there’s no exhaust fumes from a bus
as it clatters while it pulls out and moves on,
and the graffiti on the shelter are love poems,
where there’s no invisible grime settling on my face
with the August sun lowering its amber disc
between St Jo’s and Roger’s Bike Shop
before touching the railway embankment and bridge
then filling the arch with its blaze as I walk.

Bob Cooper