rail replacement bus service.
the green gleam of leaves turning
metal, fragile, brittle, is changing
as we traverse water that is still
across the road on the way in to Aspatria after
the flood, just a small flood this time
three hundred or so houses emptied out
Oh! but the light is breaking the sky
through a low cloud so forbidding
up high is a blue clear high, and the view
as we descend to the train station by
the Lake District Creamery with it's ageless
sign, a black and white cow and a milk churn -
is of a builders yard with a white van, and the usual
stacks of used wooden pallets
the bus reverses into to turn back
up the road at Johanna Terrace - but what
a light – all encompassing
everything bright as a button
a yellow wagon smiles into reverse letting us on
two horses in a field are
waked by the sun
West Street Health Centre stands ablaze
across the street the Red Lion slumbers in shade
the black faced sheep have never looked so clean
electricity pylons are positively gleaming
and the tops of hedges - shocked into a last
thrust up in the air
are a child's hair under the influence
