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'scape, 2014, air, ants, brick, buddleia, car park, grass, lilac, realisation, sand, shops, tarmac, time, tree roots, Uckfield, walls, weeds, white
I’ve only just realised
after so many decades
that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
the weathered brick wall
so new and even when built
skirting the back-road High Street car park
behind the shops
long abandoned
broken
where the tree roots burst the tarmac (cut off now)
three courses leaning
dry grass and leaf weed along the reclaimed border
a whitish bloom growing –
out of or into? –
the top course
in the open air
sand-dust at the foot cracking avenues along which
ants travel under
quivering weed stalks
leaning from
out the wall
same as they ever have same as they ever will
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: after the storm
buddleia & shops wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
lilac wormhole: the edge has come …
realisation & time wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
walls wormhole: thar she perched
white wormhole: ‘the red and white …’
