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Afternoon on the A658<\/strong><\/p>\n The sun\u2019s not to be seen but it\u2019s diffusing <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Adrian Salmon<\/strong>\u2019s poems have appeared on Algebra of Owls, Ink Sweat and Tears<\/em> and iamnotasilentpoet. He lives in Bingley, West Yorkshire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Afternoon on the A658 The sun\u2019s not to be seen but it\u2019s diffusing everywhere, the whole sky lamp lit, the storm clouds glowing grey like rainbows waiting to happen. Stravinsky\u2019s stabbing from the stereo, and, right on cue, a corps de ballet of birds enters stage left. And even the wanker in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18326","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18326"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18573,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18326\/revisions\/18573"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\neverywhere, the whole sky lamp lit,
\nthe storm clouds glowing grey
\nlike rainbows waiting to happen.
\nStravinsky\u2019s stabbing from the stereo,
\nand, right on cue, a corps de ballet<\/em>
\nof birds enters stage left.
\nAnd even the wanker in the Ford
\nwho cuts in front,
\nhis car screaming \u2018Clean me\u2019,
\ncan\u2019t spoil the rightness
\nof this glimpse of spring.<\/p>\n