SCORCH MARKS

She is in amongst the

Ivy blushing autumn

Against the garden

Basement's wall

I had not noticed it

In the black dress

The night was wearing

But that soon came off

There are volcano down here

Letting everything off &

Hissing content in the rain

Scorch marks where she were

Where she is not

Seagulls screech above and

Below, sound being now

The only thing left unhardened