the once dull chisel

now sharpened on

the light of the dawn

  A lone figure 

dancing to a dream

dreamt by no-one

In meeting the journey's end
the implicit rebuke 
of the gate

as shadows cry
a testimony 
still proudly stands

Aneurin Bevan Memorial, Tredegar.

roadside 

tributes 

soaked by 

dirt

 rain  

   and sad        dreams

In memory of Ken Jones

Seeking suchness

I only found 

a friend

Dyna ni’te

Dirty from the walk of life

clean socks

flap in the drying wind