My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time faster than a tree cut me and you’ll cry learn layer by layer love is at the heart of things even as the compost feeds the future a life without tears Silian Road, Ceredigion Horse in mud where two lanes meet, five kites play overhead; line of trees to a platform, and I see milk churns for market, ghosts back from the front, a…...
