Hidden in the woods I’m waiting for the flames
to turn the sticks to ash, to bake potatoes.
Distant theme tune of ‘The Summer with the Radio’
takes me far away, between gooseberry bushes,
between barns brimming with hay.
Memories come, endangered animal species;
my brother and I fill a tub with water warmed in the hosepipe.
On the surface we deploy boats carved in pine bark.
Their passengers are earwigs. On the other side of the road
grass burning begins. Fire looks at itself
in the dark immobile eyes of the insects.
