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Sun burst through
Cast iron;
Metal curves,
Cracked red
Lancashire roses
Feed now on
Parched sun
Platform worn
Smooth by feet
Sticky sugar
Coffee cup dropped
It’s morning
We pull out
Rattling clunks
Gears agrind
I drop dreams
And make work
Across the fields
Nice. Wonder if the cast iron is a glimpse of the ‘Another Place’ installation on Crosby beach? Those beaches were childood family outings, and prompted me to write about them too.