Sport 15: white horse black dog
There is chaos on the roads..
There is chaos on the roads.
It is winter in Khandallah;
It is winter in Kilbirnie.
Rain leaps in a spray
From streetlamp to streetlamp;
Wind gusts with a hoot through wires.
She doesn’t want me, no,
But what do I do with her ghost,
That yellow hint of herself
She has failed to take with her?
There are wormholes in time.
There is darkness over an ocean.