A few years ago my sister and I went to visit Blac (Remove filter)
Going Back
I search for me in a place
where we used to live.
Moments in time
Flicker by.
A series of stills.
When suddenly...
There I am
huddled at the bus stand
puffing out smoke rings
and listening to the sound
of taffeta snow hitting frozen ground.
And then as we walk on the Gill Way,
Jaws numb with the cold,
I come galloping galloping,
flat out, ha...
Sunday 8th November 2015 7:12 pm
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