Pulteney Weir I want it like this, but without the dark water, without the signs: NO DIVING! KEEP OUT! I want to rest here, but without the water's rush and hiss, the twig transfixed between two currents.
I walk the streets and memories, like children, run and hide behind bins and lamp posts to jump out at their mothers. I want to come home.
I want to come down to the weir and sit, like I used to. But this water, this dread-green water,
dampens my face and I'm not even crying.
Louisa Campbell's pamphlets are The Happy Bus (2017, Picaroon Poetry), and The Ward (2018, Paper Swans Press). She lives in Kent, England.
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