At Shambles’ End
A-shambling through the queue.
A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.