Prologue

When my lover became my enemy I made my bed amongst winds and drove the old road ’till my heart crashed. Where’s the bypass? Washing my shirts, wringing them out. Hung in the breeze. Water skips undressed over outcrops. What it says is. Wind, roots in rock. Lying on Long Tongue, sun diffused in mist. Easy sleep without waking. Edge of displaced echoes air around and sound of  bird and ’plane A swallow’s glittering chitter.