December 2020

The fourth man

The fourth  manwalks wisely out on to the hilllooking west for directions  But being this far northhe remains lost in both space and time,planets or stars hiddenbehind the clouds and houses Yes, there is a scarlet gash across the horizon, blood…

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Like a shadow on the fringe of thundercloudsthe pianist’s page-turneralmost disappears Dressed in black, hair combed severely back,she rises, then retreats: a ripple in the atmosphereholds her jacket tidily backas she fixes her solemn eyes on the notesnot wanting anything…

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