Scrape the ditch that fits Hob's Moat
to Hatchford Brook. Look through oak roots,
the horse field, uphill to Elmdon.
Is she hiding behind that sky-blue Lexus?
Shout toward the airport. Planes rise
and fall as if ground were a shaking blanket.
Up there, the air hostesses smile.
Inflate your own life-jacket first.
The small original airport building stands
apart, a mother at a school gate.
Pearl was playing quietly alone.
My ear is like a shell the wind swept.
Stretch of Closures
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