This poem is taken from Stand 229, 19(1) March - May 2021.
Two Poems
In the days of darkness,
off the 52 bus, November lamplit
through the fog, I did not fear her
rising up the hill, in periscope pork-pie hat,
her lameness last to be noted
...
off the 52 bus, November lamplit
through the fog, I did not fear her
rising up the hill, in periscope pork-pie hat,
her lameness last to be noted
...
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