Monday, 18 January 2010

A night of foxes and ghosts


We haven’t been in touch,
do they still call you . . . ?
Do you miss her more than . . . ?
I don’t understand why -
o,
I remember.
More than the living?
And I wake shivering.

Image: Uprooted. Photograph by Dor Walsh, 1985.

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