Sat in the car on Royd Moor Lane,© GERALD ENGLAND
by a rubbish tip and a tar machine,
a dog named Robert came walking by,
hopping on three feet
Its front, right paw lay limp
and we watched that dog
named Robert go by
before resuming our kissing
Composed: Sheffield, 7th July 1972
1972 FOR HER VOLUME ONE (Pontefract, Poet's Press of Osgoldcross)
1988 Z Magazine (Isle of Man)
1991 Camellia (USA)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)
1999 Unlikely Stories (Internet)
Once again. Excellent ending. This one surprised me.
ReplyDeleteWhat's a rubbish tip? I'm going to guess garbage truck.
TheFredEffect
not really a garbage truck - probably just bits of fly-tipping.
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