Gibbons in Fakenham time the trains to Sandy Balls

Dwellers in the summer going somewhere where

            the dead watch the living

 

Dark, dusky silhouettes looming over us

Tight-lipped art revealed thru’

miraculously unbroken spectacles

 

Pass the chocolate Limes

These are the everyday resurections

the family blessedly released from the collision

the one you thought long gone glimpsed in the glass

door

 

Today we shared a joke

laughter stolen, life itself, needed hope, needed light

He stood under a crystal moon in the village

of Barton Beans