the wall fell down
into the marram grass
was there anyone there to hear it
if not
did it make a sound
you can see
where the dry sand blew in
off the dunes
and a jar of coffee on a shelf
a kettle still stood on a ring
a curling cardboard box
full of teabags
all open to the sky
somehow
they haven’t blown away
but if there’s no-one there to see them
are they what I say
.
Dominic Rivron
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