And there it goes again
packaging the point of view
chattering away all inside the head
As I’m walking in a landscape
the last 10 minutes of which
I’ve passed unobserved.
Unobserved the blossom of the wild pear,
the death of a fly
the impeachment of Trump
As the chatter meanders like the
river Blyth beside unobserved
convincing, shoring up it’s righteous banks.
But if I take it out of that mucky weed
and hang it on a washing line
for all and me to see
its right and wrong, its form and justice
is as insignificant
as a pocket handkerchief
in the whole of the Sahara desert.
Treading Suffolk clay.