stepovers

(we stepped over)

wood is this shape now;
      lodge travelling diagonal to lodge
it's skinned and belongs wholeheartedly with dew
        in someone's boundary, who says by it:
"OK I'm telling you there's something there!"
        and back it comes from us: "You bet there is!"

    adhesives crack in the winter and glass
    cracks in bits on the path
    dregs in cups become grains
    dust draws round into siltings

You're going to wash up the glass to recycle it
- you like doing it.

                  drink or an easy zip

  limping along,,    rupert!  ow ow   pig-march!