This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Stuart Pickford Two Poems
Taking Down the Tree

You’re tall enough now to reach the angel on the top,
the angel with wings of lace from the market at Cavtat,
the last holiday, it turned out, we were all together,
playing cards each evening, faces lit by candlelight.
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