Gaps in railing / A cove

Gaps in railing I did that thing where you run your hand down the length of the railings separating the road from the pedestrian footpath by the horse chestnut trees near the old Welsh primary school expecting a feeling or residual memory of the Victorian railings flowery spears of decorative disincentive attracting me now through a touch though the paint is peeling through several coats several decades later the rust just reminding me of time and its passing the present a railing between past and the future the gaps are lost memories you run your hands over A cove The day limps onward without you in my mind there are trees twinkling brooks gurgling down the hill at the back of Llanrhystud at the foot of the mountainous Foel its peak of exposed slate giving it its name like I gave you the tour of the forests and beaches the sharp cliffs and the blunt edges of Cardigan bay with its kilns and air raid shelters and its miniature cave we could climb and take in the whole of the boiling scene the sea roiling in like a charge of foam and wave and curling troughs that peak through the shallows that swallow the shore where lay the cove I'd take you