Last Orders
The first thing we had to clear was the one
he prized the most: the cluttered pinewood bar
he’d salvaged from a neighbour moving on
at the end of the nineteen seventies.
Embalmed in a gloopy coat of varnish
that set to a brittle sheen, it lacked retro chic,
scuffed down to the wood along its edges,
its surface crazed with memories.
In the days when family came ...
Friday 14th March 2025 9:47 am
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