This poem is taken from Stand 237, 21(1) April - June 2023.

Lynn Foote Two Poems
Heading to what was Home

Slapping rain, roads that swoop under my
brakes. Next day, woken by crows’ aargh
in the trees, I walk to where the Irt flows
beside the Mite, hear mum’s voice saying
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