brume (1)




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



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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