The third bench. The photo might be worth clicking.
On a doorstep by the street sits a man in shorts and white socks enjoying the afternoon sun.
In a farmyard by a bus stop there is a long low barn. A small window is enclosed by a torn wire mesh. Sticking to the mesh are chicken feathers. From inside the barn comes a gentle sound like clucking but a little more contented.
On Compasses Lucy Kempton replies with wit, rhyme and rhythm to my question: What promises have you to keep? Or give up on?