confession by Rg Gregory
for all my country poses my cells belong to a town grass is symbol-deep in me but brick dips deeper down
mountains knock me sideways a moor chills my bones a field of wheat exults me i'm awed by ancient stones
but lines of dowdy shop-fronts mean unpolished streets sever the green man in me coddle my heart's retreats
my marrow's grey as asphalt my brain's a shirley tram the royal pier dreams fish for me what southampton was - i am
i'm an ecological liar a trickster with mother earth dreaming grass may ravel me - bricks nourish my birth
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