Nether Hall the river shifts shape, flooding the fieldthe sheep shift shape, flocking to high groundhuddled together, fleece to fleece they warn and complain, and bleatat the god that has come in the nightto surround them and the river rises black dimpledand the sun rises over hawthornand the sheep steam gently, their urine mingling with…

Piano tuner Your hands were the lastto stroke the dustfrom my yellowing keys,to lift my inlaid panels withlong-fingered practised ease.In dreams I feel your palms slide downmy scarred and creaking walnut sides— and so I plot to loosenstrings, unwind my hair,let slack wires call you backbefore your neatly lettered time,bringing your case of instrumentsto tweak…