. holiday weekend .


they come as mosquitoes by the bridge; swallows returning

a haze of aftershave

chanel buzzing talking of how it will be to live here

littering banks with towels chairs & chatter

sunblock slides the stones others so carefully balanced

sheep scatter

later dozing after burgers awake to leave in heavy fuming cars


he would say vehicles

home i tremble

remember the old rule

tell the cat i love it

like the quiet

regret bank holidays that break my silence