Poet: Julia Sanchez
Post Code: EH09
Filmmaker: toms shop Filmmaker: toms shop
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Jawbone Walk
Jawbone licks like sand at heels,
sauntering hand in hand;
licks at tanned leaves, crawling, and
at trees, wrapped in shawls like howls:
the trees, they cradle tumours,
in threes - like china-doll-babies.
They spit blossoms in spring for comic effect,
parting mud and meadows
(where gulls click their wings,
then drop like fish, loaves
And wine -
then click swoop and roar
up)-
parting mud and meadows
like Moses, but considerately pragmatic.
Ambulances wail ancient sirens;
Asazi tinkers his xylophone;
And the djembe beats the day to
Stop.
