[ai] right [ʌ/ ʊ] up [ɒ] fodder [i:] eaves [əʊ] open [e/ eə:] left

[ei] way [au] ground [æ] black [ɔː/ ɔɪ ] draw


Or, as we said,
fother, I open
my arms for it
gain. But first

to draw from the right
vise of a stack

the weathered eaves
of the stack itself

falling at your feet,

last summer's tumbled


swathes of grass

and meadowsweet

multiple as loaves

and fishes, a bundle
tossed over half-doors
or into
mucky gaps.

These long nights
I would pull hay

for comfort, anything
bed the staII.