I am turning left more
in the rectangular seduction of streets
on the dunes grass trees
all knobbly persistence shake a cautionary
the belief of footpaths
shallow by cracks in their secular metres
prise at sanctuary
solar streetlights flicker abandon to day
fother to a wane
a diagonal gesture a shadow of curtsey
all theories in discount
a beshrew of galahs saunters knowledge
their slow arc of parodos
lets shine the declining setting onus
spreads my bending ways
James Walton Poetry 