9  Wind blown dead words drift


Wind blown dead words drift
Shift chattering
What's left?
Bare upstanding branches
All the mess of plants and mud
Trapped litter this
May be the words of: old cigarette packets
Bottles, bits of broken green glass
A pair of knickers and an orange peel

The wind moulds and distributes
Stupidly abrades, puts off
Anyone from bothering, lets
In the dark overlooked places
Traces accumulate, rot
Or slowly fade back
Indistinguishable from ordinary fertile dirt
That water brings