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after
studying in the library
the square was
wet
and mauve
the side of the church
and alongside
the main road
the black white and red
cars returning home
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between the moon
and the church
floats a block of flats
and in the square
Queen Victoria by the
offices in the evening
light
green
mist
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with delight
the child walked along
the wall at his
mother’s shoulder
behind me they continued,
“mu-uummm…”
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the moon
the clouds have
covered it now;
in my baggy
trousers I realise
I write better poems
than before I
was married
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turning into
the high street
the moon glided
over the streetlamps
and in the opposite
side street
red car lights
flashed quietly
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left now
the moon
retreats backwards along
the street
distracted
from the newsagent
the smiling Chinese face
of an old friend who is
still young
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turning right
the moon
appeared from a window
above the supermarket
making for the flagpole
six o’clock
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I like the first and second to last very much –
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you have found some of my forgotten children – thank you so much!
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So satisfying to find the moon in unexpected places. And Queen Victoria, floating in the green mist. Arresting image.
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