Pendeen

zennor head

Today I walk a narrow path
granite jigsaw walls me in
placed by practiced hands.

Deep in thought and snout,
a furrowing sow
but she too is boxed in.

Ruled by a raucous wind
only crow and gull
relish its roller-coaster ride.

In the shop an elderly lady
utters with contempt,
Global warming pah!

I suggest climate change a more apt
description, but she has already
closed the door behind her.

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