Sport 20: Autumn 1998
hillside
hillside
they built the walls
stone by heavy stone
and paved a zigzag
of climbing pathways
the trees they planted
were exotic: olives
with leaves of silver
yellow-fruited loquats
they danced upon their
crazy paving until the
cassette faded into a
scratch of repeated static
this should be located
much more precisely:
add an estuary a slow-moving
grey river sandbanks a bridge
at nights light would
run yellow in the water
and beyond the spit
the immensity of ocean
they could not have known
how the stones would float
into the air the pathways
unwind like broken spools
and all their photographs
run yellow and roll
over and over and over