#36 Nicola Easthope. Change of pace.

The oystercatcher drills and drills

at the shell like a tarry road builder;

 

at it and at it on a diagonal, pneumatic

succulence, cut and fill. The red light

 

bill arrests traffic. The crab-orange

eye ring a railway bell, the air

 

crossed with clang clang.

I should have obeyed

 

the rules of the tide road. Waited for his

up nod; given him the index finger.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s