Placo de torres

Beside the shortest path to work
the council must have dumped last night
this bull sized pyramid of earth
that almost seems to sleep beneath
the fencing shadows of the park.
Steam rises from it though the sun
is set no higher than an oven light,
so that its silhouette becomes
significant. Off to the right, ruts
where the council truck reversed
lean round towards a recent ditch
and a coil of yellow pipe.

Chris Vallance

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