Christopher Brown


falls creek: zero visibility

at least a scatter
of leaves to state the terrain
though on the way down someone
falls behind and it’s funny the appeal
out of a body of cloud:
which way, where’s this going?
all of it to some ill-defined place
a car park in the ski-fields

for instance? home and a pillar of smoke
less visible in what the weather holds. raking
loose-leaf thought into formal heaps. extended rain
related complaint. i say go for it; it’s still there,
a day’s drive from here, in heat-retaining
walls, batteries of terracotta.



Christopher Brown lives in Newcastle.