Semaphore
In the road In the streetlight I was stood, frozen My feet like standing stones Leaden weight Halfway home Turn the tape The soles …
What would you give to be whole-heartedly true? Out on the brink with no hand-hold And no escape route? You can run You can …
Where we were Cloth climbed rope Billowed out and round like cloaks Echos of the waters stirred Fell down like stones into the harbour …
I will cast the final vote Take a moment to compose myself Wait until the trap has sprung Leave the letter open Many hands …