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

Iain Britton Five Poems
from Windows

                   In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps
                   it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe…Samuel Beckett


it’s here    with midnight lightning

slapping white flashes
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