i remember the fog horn

we could hear it from

the house in green road

though miles from the sea

it seemed to me



liked hearing it while all

safe in bed

or thought i was

seems a fallacy

when no one is

safe really



though some are more

than others



seems i use some words

more than others

some not at all



we talked about corner shops

where we did the lesser shop

walked up to winton for the

rest

mum said it would be cheaper



then

sometimes she sent me down

the corner for the gas mantle

with warning not to touch

with it being so fragile

we moved when i was five



with no corner shop

no fog horn



i will be drawing

today