Time at the Bar

to return to the valley

to roll in off the tops

to brace against a headwind

to come home as left it

to every day a replica

to comfort, to stagnance

to a life semi-detached

to things best left unsaid

to recieved wisdom

to double glaze into the middle distance

to warm bones in the leaf mulch

to multiply in the mud as the world burns

to sand stone

to smelt home

to gather moss and roll no more

to shag pile round the cistern

to 2.3 versions of you and me

to sodium light snuffed out

to god rays through the kitchen

to twilight up the moor

time at the bar