Arteries of thin lanes in East Devon
coastline of tilted blue and green,
motorway magpie with a prehistoric trot
pylons like giant wired cowboys.
A hunting seagull peered
from a matted pub umbrella
scouting for grain debris of silver
below sand dunes in webs of braiding salt,
wailing breeze loosens the coils of darkling sun.
sweeping sky in open mackerel.
Lugger cemented in pebble and flared seaweed,
pigeons hung from trees
berry picking like a wild chimpanzee
in vast woodlands.
How the keratin evening opened
when figures in a moon played chase,
at night in a caravan park like Bethlehem in shades of square amber.
At closing time, glossy emptiness
the only sound a trickle of streams
in gaps of old pavement,
where pitched night lingered
in sea gardens of the sleepless.