I woke to brume

birdsong, Bob Marley

 

I dance in the kitchen

remember reggae nights.

 

You want fire? Fire in

a belly full of life?

 

I’ve skirted round

the issue, run for

 

no man’s land of

non-committal

 

I wake to brume

spring is on hold

 

buried a kilometre

down in ground fire:

 

my walls are lined with

maps that lead

 

to bright empty beaches

where only dolphins leap,

 

I wake to brume

& reach for you.

 

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