Friday 14 August 2020

It Must Be Near Night Now...



It must be near night now. But the sky had looked near night all day, the sun had wandered and let billowing, breaking breath - such miserable sighs - rise and unwind themselves across the rooftops. Not fearing night, or the grey unwieldy sky, I saw her venture out. Down the path towards the holloway. Black bracken rising as the path sunk ever lower. Once, she looked back at me.


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