Thursday, 9 August 2012

At Barber Booth


My Dad sees smooth deep crystals
form a drift between two hills,

running and skipping
off his shoes, he rips
the Anorak from his back,
tugs the v-neck over his chest
and starts to unlock his denims.

Us three kids and our mum
watch him dive, naked into the flurry.

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