heb deitl [ 2019 ]
Steve Coel
Walking Notes [ November 2019 ]
Sand slipstreams
Ugly water washes up dead fish
Sharp grass holds the broken fence
Spindles of cold web frame the splintered window
The slippery path creaks with unearthed memories
Unaccustomed smells, stale with twisted intent
Padlocks protect broken fields from broken people
Arcades brimming with pretend hats and spiteful games
Debt plagues you like two coins rubbed clear
These hills are consuming their history
as the past is slowly wiped out by nature
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
