The Avenue
Now that we’ve come to the end I’ve been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. It began in the half-light While we walked through the dawn chorus After a
The Coney
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through Last year’s pea-sticks And cauliflower stalks In our half-acre of garden. My father had always left the whetstone Safely wrapped In