Didn’t they always tell you;

Stay away too long,

Nobody’ll recall your name;

The sand’ll pile up against the doors;

Cover your footprints, hide your routes.

Didn’t they always tell you,

The ones that always know what’s best,

Stay away; minds’ll change, God’s biggest leaves

Will drift and hide your pleasures.

At Beginnings or Endings

Surprised …

To be –

Still –

So near the

High level bridge:

Cars thumping

On their

Temporary routes

Between one shock

And the next.