he land that time forgot
is here
down the road a bit

with stories how he clambered
to the plateau to rescue the
lost dog

or did it find its own way down

really

ours is a small town with buses
in the square at certain times
lamplight reflected on wet roads

the travellers find their own amusement
while waiting

some have a smoke and chat on phones
some drift to the shops to window think
while i watch the boys on bikes

news came yesterday
so driving home past the power house
decide that will be the next meeting place
with family

and ghosts

do you have salad cream on tug hill
does it catch your throat too?