Glenn Hubbard





The road runs below the river
lengthwise, and it’s hard to get
your head around as you drive
along sub-aqua, going with the flow.

No-one jumps when a frog flops onto the bonnet.
Two ducks take the exit for Toledo;
nobody gets into a flap.
There’s a racket when fish hit the roof.
Not a soul ducks.



Glenn Hubbard has lived in Madrid for 31 years. He has been writing since 2012 and has had poems  published in a number of magazines. Last year one of his poems was submitted for the Forward Prize.

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