what
is there
to see in a
small town
back street car
park before a bolted
galvanised railing with
rust just breaking through
behind the smooth bottle-green lines
of a Volvo
but between
the single curled leaf of a
weed shaking in the cold wind
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
cars wormhole: open window
Crowborough wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
green & wind wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
seeing wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’
