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TWILIGHT

TWILIGHT

 

I'd like to walk into that house

over the road where a lamp shines,

quench many whims in fact

but extra vibrant years and brief dotage

are nothing more than fantasy.

 

I took photographs every day in vain

but didn't spot the change.

Too old now to keep bulldogs

I recently acquired a Chihuahua,

last night dreamed a cloud of fragile birds

that sang of heaven, changing colour

then arched in unison

up to the ceiling and back.

 

Published in Black Market Re-view, number 4, September 2017.

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