meaning what

a walk this lunchtime
sleet a slush
puppy
down my back
and on the road
the buses
all with their route numbers
i turned into
an unfamiliar street
that was
dereliction undressed
around
a church
and barbed wire

i hate meaning
because
there is no meaning
only
archipelagos
of intellect
dipping over
the horizon

(see?)

so I see
a raggedy X
double yellow
lines
and a fish
slice

then later

at a bus shelter
on the journey home
the corpse
of a fox
wet with
its dead grin
was laid out there
happy at least
was the meaning
i gave it
happy
that the buses
could come
and the buses
could go
and it need never get on
need never get off