My dad wore his two faces, one loving, one snarling -
Don't make out we're worse than we are he hissed outside The Royal Oak -
That afternoon, my mum had looked at the birds perched upon a TV aerial -
They'll be going soon she said -
Winter was coming, I thought -
The sad grey sky had swallowed summer -
15.16
Monday 5 October 2015
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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