Cultural memory

Hugged by woodland on one side
at the end of the day
the purple coastal road
lies peacefully
matelassée clouds delicately touching
the frayed horizon

School dining hall in
negative exposure, hushed

trees trapped in amber
shadows counting down from ten

rows of bated breath, a man-scatter

suffused with warm light

cold high ceiling, the glint of a steel fork

resin and salt mixing

a drop of blood echoing in the stone vault

a wet slap as the sun hits the sea