You hear the rising sounds of the flocks. Afternoon waggles its tail with a little beat, tacky with hip sway. Kerchang, kerchang and we’re loose. But the leaves glinting the sun on your eye! Are you accusing me of some kind of attack? It’s the world tipping and we’re all hanging on underneath midday. The music’s got to that jangle stage, bottles dipping at the source. I only want to dance. With you on the side of the hill. Don’t raise your hand to your face. Just see through it all. I was you once. Of course, I’ll never know […]