Poetry page; Salix fragilis

Salix fragilis was published in Poetry Monthly (magazine not published now - see Poetry)
Here is the poem:

Salix-fragilis

As usual
I drive through the night
my mind on you
moon is gold, full blown
hair flecks invisible
across my face.
Ghosts flicker over these marsh levels
and through the window
soundings of the armoury
of a long-ago war.

Our finale was as civil
you’d think of me
I of you.
Why should our meetings
be such as this
through liminal September evenings –
when sun and moon hover in twilight,
selves of other selves dissolve in vapours
and the lone hound
howls behind the skeletal crack-willow.