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When You Lean Close and Tell Me
not a day goes by that you don’t think of him
Taken from 'More Sky'...but you’re thinking less now and you hope this is a sign I pick at the grass and remember all the people I’ve thought about since this conversation started— an ex from school, Sylvia upstairs, the postie. When I exit the roundabout behind an ASDA lorry it’s not the A342 Northbound I’m driving on but the freckled curve of my father’s spine. When a stranger spots them from the layby, points a gloved hand to the horses drinking from the lake of my father’s face I climb the field to get a better view. In the valley two leafless trees fill with light, become lungs. |
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