as i rolled out…

by grimbeau

poly

Elegiac:

it rolled out one summer’s morning,

thick roll-up in one hand

tar strong coffee in the other,

halted atop the ramp

to take dappled light

took this picture:

green wheelbarrow homes

old yellow milkcrate

left side of

giant cypress treetrunk;

three paving slabs

lean leftside

propping up three

intact mauve

plastic sacks

(compost) .

Generally the earth is parched grey, arid, and ill lit.

This is a gravelly land, conifers did well here till

the buildings cropped up to replace them.

Down the hill is a loamy valley, which floods a lot.

These were the fields where the villagers

who lived up here in the pinewoods worked.

It is called Clayhill