This was more
Than a one-horse town.
I had already counted
Two horses
Dirty in a sodden field,
Three chippers
Closed for the winter,
A fallen pylon
Leaning across the pier,
All the views of the water
Spoiled by houses
With their backs turned to it,
A grey road dangling
Like a soiled rag,
And rain
Wandering over everything
Eating the earth.
Inside the steaming car
I drew a heart
On the windscreen
With the heel of my shoe
And watched
Our breath