A Scottish Eastertime
Lambs move like white blooms across scarred & pitted slopes wild hyacinths
spackle the shadows
as chips of sun lift stones
& yellow daffodils
a steady drizzle follows us
down the coast
from Ayr to Ballantrae
almost to Stranraer
before the Scottish sky
bursts its cold dreaming
of the madness of summer
when the sun doesn't sleep
& the stars crawl out
in the light
silhouettes tumble
into the sea and lie
in a forgotten winter
along Great Western Road
in the tendrils of a Glasgow close
swallowing the lamp wicks
the psalms of dusk
in the oily river shipyards
at Easter vermilion & scarlet
touch the ticking pendulum
