where I live      lanes converge

and gravel bottomed

like dried up streams are unadopted

with their tiny plots laid at random

backs to sides cobbled up

slates with tiles, scowling porches.

all a - sloping with their underground springs

slipshod and tacky

homely and sought after

now that envious eyes are cast

and the boards go up, staked through

the heart of where I love.

 

Where I live

I bought the bricks the earth

the sky above and in that

gully kitchen cook

and my whole foundations shook

while eternity looked down on me

and in the beating heart of what I see

 

and where I live is where i'll be

where my lanes converge

and my gravel bed

will lie beneath

 

my spirits' tread.