Leaving:
I open
the door
and a lone
seagull
glides overhead
wings stretched
over lvar Street.
I follow
its shadow,
an anchor,
hieroglyph
of home,
cast before me.
And, as if
serenading
my steps,
the closing bars
of Coronation Street
leak from the
window panes
of every second house
I pass.
Stoney batter
Oct 01, 1999