We think we may have seen the Perseid Shower like someone out beyond Pluto striking matches, like scratches on the dark. Here night’s use of shadows collects darkness under the trees where this stone is memorandum – notes towards a mountain. Here is rock and steep and hard and cold. Long grass we can’t see clings to our legs and clammy ash leaves damp our hair. A spike of weed is glimmering like the stone. Far beyond the park a car turns slowly left, its headlights catch the stone and there we are outlined against it – film noir silhouettes. Carole Coates iii. iv. |