Full Blue Circle

A summer snowing smokestack;
the confession of dust
coverlet to rooftops,
a slumberdown sky
and the reign of ash.

A minimalist palette,
pallid, submissive
enslaved by wind direction
and pulverised crustacean
kissing the air.

The grind and chank cradles
trail like giant ducklings
nose to tailing across the road,
bestowing a dusty benefit on fearful children
and their introduction
to geology,
palaeontology
and the arguments of chalk.

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