This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Gill McEvoy Two Poems
Lying for all Eternity in the Long Grass

He leans his elbows on the straight-cut sides,
tells me he used a ladder when he first began –
Who would fancy being stuck down here? he grins.
Now, he says, he jumps – and shows me how,
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