Luyện nghe bài hát April 10th

Fog
Like boiled

Rolled in as though a bale of hay
And there up a wall of concrete grey
Cutting brief the
And swallowing whole companion
Ahead a measured in steps


Beneath the
And the weight on its rigid knees


Floating harbour for the gulls at
No room left but
Empty that
in
Crew-neck

Arrived for a view
The beach huts thrust their
and purple chests
The old
Fearing
broad
And make limp
now exists not
And this way turns only one page at a
Today I have where you have none
Hunkered down in bell-jar space
Strange this in this light
I wonder if you have touched me
In some sea
Against my yesterday
Skimmed me
Neither knowing we'd be here
Moon
To and
A room is dependent on the door
By which we
You met windows of aspects
I, the walls and for coats to hang
Yours the song and
Mine the rumbling thrum of the rail
All arrived at
like fall-out
Ash where was none
in the blood
Some we don't mean to lose
They on branches and separate in market squares
And the trains this way and that
Scan barcode into something grey