Wednesday, 6 November 2013


Do you remember the city
we couldn’t enter or exit?
Everyone played the radio so loud
you could hear the gentle breathing of the sky.
(Liable to arrest
at any moment.)
The strangest thing, perhaps, was
fear became almost cosy;
a rustling of rags, a foot
for ever in motionless motion
kicking a window in.
Miles away a meadow,
shivering with the silvering of the moon.
At least that was rumoured 

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