Listen to me read this poem

warmed coins melt spy holes
in frost fronds the red sun flames
school milk thaws on pipes

pencil shavings smell
sharp as harvest straws chalk wax
crayon "Number One"

dad's waistcoat yields pinched
smokes pencil stubs his dad's watch
HUSH! Six-o-clock News

old soldier he hefts
my brother's kitbag through snow
to the train... mum cries

by frames memory unwinds from sixty years
railway tracks...snow... buttons bright as tears