This poem is taken from Stand 234, 20(2) July - September 2022.

Stephen Bird South East
Listen, son, you will find there are intervals,
like Laurie Lee, between the wars, let loose in London,
in between his leaving the Cotswolds’ hip-high grass
boundaries and landing at a port in Spain,
chin up to the bullish sun. Imagine, London
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