a seventy sixth new poem ... 'corked'

Dominic uncorked

A third bottle of

Echo Falls, Stewart frowned

Being tee-total and

All. Gooch’s sun,

Sand-blasted

Face mooned into view;

In his batting glove he

Held a white plastic cup.

‘Fill us up’, he said.

Cork poured:

Most of it

Went on the dressing

Room floor, some splashed

On the dressing room wall.

Stewart frowned

Being tee-total and all.