Tuesday, 11 August 2009
I just found this on my computer at work.
The blue and yellow roller-boots handed down to me from the 70s
I was in mid-air when I noticed the blackbird nest:
I soon felt the snap of flightlessness in my coccyx.
The cats would wait here at the bottom every summer,
tasting imaginary bones, re-enacting the catch
while the parents bred and fed like crazy
their fat, stranded children.