All You Need Is Art
No calligraphy you’ll lay that isn’t art.
Now riddle it with chaos: muddied fury lit by mob-borne flame.
“Change is the only thing. It’s the only thing there is.”
The seagulls, too: they screech in semi-reliably recorded history.
Such keen eyes, such keen resolve.
I watch her and she’s wistless as she weaves and waves again.
I have, these recent years, fallen, somehow, in to writing about Bristol over and over again.